One evening my girlfriend and I went to a movie, and seeing as how we don’t drive, we walked across town to the theatre. All went well. We watched the movie (Tropic Thunder… it was lame just so you know) and left the theatre. It was still quite early, so we went and did a little shopping and she picked out an olive green G-Unit zip up hoody and a pair of faded SouthPole jeans that fit loosely. By this time the sky had grown dark, and we decided to call it a night.

          We walked all the way back across town, having a good time, laughing and joking that the feature was so lame. I decided we should take the shorter route through the park and down the bicycle trail that runs through town. We rounded the corner in an industrial part of town and suddenly I got a terrible feeling and looked around. That’s when I noticed a dark colored Honda Civic in the wrong lane coming towards us very slowly, I was instantly suspicious of this and went on the defensive. I pulled my girlfriend to the opposite side of me from the car, placing myself between her and the vehicle as it slowed to a halt. The individual inside the car was a male, roughly my age, and shorter with a slightly larger build.

          There was the quiet tune of a hip-hop song backed with the even lower bump of a sub-woofer coming from the trunk, and the voice that floated out of the Honda was calm, but with an aire of fear and a slight slur, and it told me that it wanted to ask me a question, wanted to talk to me for a minute. This confirmed my suspicion that something was about happen, something bad. We had, by this time, also ceased forward movement, and I had taken a position in front and to the right of my girlfriend, blocking her from view. The young man in the coupe opened the driver’s side door and stood up, slightly stooped. Immediately things went into slow motion, as I glanced down and observed that the man held a semi-automatic pistol in his right had. He held the weapon waist high, close to his body and raised it slowly. Judging from the size of the hole in the end of the barrel, I knew that it was a .45 Auto.