“Shoot!” He screams uselessly. A chill thrill down his spine, adereline ready to send him into fight or flight. All he can feel is chill air filling his hands, the next second his body throwing freely against the will of gravity.

Wind is blowing in his face, cutting directly into his skin and veins like sharpened knife. Some say you see your whole life before you die. Others say only the dearest ones resurface. Funny he doesn’t see anything one step into the forbidden darkness. He only feels. The first, and the very only pain he can feel, is the pain in his face brought by the goddamned wind.

My body just goes numb. He thinks, terrified and amused, then amused at his abnormal amusement, before passing out into a tranquil sleep.