The darkness surrounded him, as he took a slow step forward, his heart almost bursting in his chest and his breath going fast and unsteady, though it was silent. He made another step, forcing himself to get on. His stomach sent a rush of fear and pain through his entire body, flooding his mind with depth. But he had to go on. Slightly limping, he took a last step, until he reached a door. He pushed it up slow and silently, though he felt his heart beating so loudly, that he was sure he would be heard anyways.

When he entered the bedroom, the gun in his hand sparkled silvery in the pale moon's light, that shone through the window. His eyes flooded with tears, as he cocked, and pointed it at the man, who laid in the bed, his chest steadily raising and lowering.

Hesitantly, his finger's grip tightened on the trigger.