The Fight Against Better Living Industries

***Fun Ghoul's P.O.V*

You know how when you're about to die, you're whole life flashes before your eyes, well at least in the movies it does.
In my case, all I could feel was excruciating pain.
I remember those monsters kicking in the motel door.
I shot one in the head and then one shot me.
At first I didn't feel it, but then it rushed over me. I looked down at my stomach, I could see the blood start oozing through my shirt.
The guys didn't notice, they were too busy trying to save us and themselves.
I look back at Midnight and Carls, they had their hands over their ears and their eyes clenched closed.
The sharp pain in my stomach was vibrating through out my body. I doubled over and fell on my side, the side of my head clashing with the hard tiled ground.
I could feel the hot bullet in my stomach.
I could feel warm liquid flow down my ear, pooling on the floor under my head.
With ringing in my ears and my vision dwindling, the last thing I remember is Midnight's face and her crying eyes.

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