Literature
Meeting Death's Messenger.
It was quick, my death.
An unknown assailant taking a shot from behind. An efficient, if cowardly tactic.
For a brief moment, I felt the bullet impact my skull. And then... nothing.
A few seconds after I hit the ground, I stood up again. Somehow I knew I was dead. A quick glance to the floor would indeed reveal my lifeless body, but I had no need to look.
I'd been in my study at work when it happened. As such, a guard soon entered the room, no doubt alerted by my colleagues about the gunshot. A small crowd formed behind him, trying to look into the room. Those who were able to see within were either disturbed or frightened, I'm not sure w