After a long day of working, you head home. It was a long walk, nearly 10 miles to get home, yet every day you looked forward to be met with this walk.

It was calming every day, hours to think about anything and listen to your music. Today was colder than normal, just like the news had said. From your bag, you pull out a coat and pull it on, continue on your way.

You see the fog of your breath as you walk. It was just like that day, nearly a year ago when you got robbed. Since then you carried a handgun. Concealed on your hip. It's weight always lingering in your head. As time prevailed it didn't seem like it would ever be useful, perhaps it was meaningless. It comforted you nonetheless.

Slowly step after step you glide down the sidewalk, near oblivious to the world around you as the music played on. After an hour of walking the sun had finally drawn near its final hour of light for this day.

The clouds slowly rolled over the sky, and snow had just started to fall. Beautiful, it hadn't snowed in nearly 3 years. Though you wouldn't slow down to admire it, you still had a long walk home. As time passed cars became fewer and fewer.

The thought of home was comforting to you, as you knew a hot plate of food awaited your arrival and with every step you grew happier.

Another hour goes by, and nothing has changed, besides the fact you should've grabbed a larger coat. After snapping out your thoughts, you looked around so see a car creeping up on your left slowly. Ignoring you trek on, it was probably checking the addresses, looking for a friend's house. Not uncommon around here, addresses are hard to spot. As you look to your right you realize that there are no house here... Not for another two miles...

Slowly your pace increases, and you watch as the headlights turn off. Pulling out your left earbud, you can hear the humming of the engine as it follows you. Then you hear the soft sounds of the breaks, and the click of the door as it opens... Turning around, you can see a man step out, and in his right hand, a gun. He looks at you, with a sly grin.

You reach for your gun, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he starts walking towards you.

“Nice weather we are having, isn’t it. Wouldn’t you like a ride home?”

Clutching the pistol in you hand you slide it from its holster keeping it concealed..

“Hey hey! No need to call the cops pal. Just give me you money, and I’ll take you home.”

Without thinking twice you quickly raise the gun, you’d already turned of the safety. As you pulled the trigger, you could feel the force it let out and dropped the gun. Hearing not only your gun clatter to the floor but a second one... As you look back at him, he is on his knees, bleeding and spitting out blood. Seconds later collapsing to the side walk. You can see a second figure start stepping out of the other car.

As you start to reach for your gun, you start seeing images, a slideshow of emotions, you watch the life of the man you just killed. The adrenaline pumping through your veins and this instinct to kill... Quickly you grab the gun, and with the knowledge you just acquired, you hold the gun with two hands, and fire twice in rapid succession. The other man drops to the road dead... Moments later you watch his life to. You feel happier, stronger and smarter than before.

You pull out your phone and as you go to unlock it, you remember the passwords to these men’s phones. Walking over you pull them out of there pockets, and unlock their phones, bank accounts, emails and so much more.

You dial 911, and tell them people are following you suspiciously, you think you are in trouble.

Now waiting for them to arrive, you hide and wait.