Chasing down the runner.

Being under-prepared and unprotected was just an understatement, given the circumstances. He had another ten feet of pews until he reached the front of the church. He had guessed it wrong. Without warning, the cover above him ran out.

He froze for an instant, half exposed at the front of the church. Rising from the recess to his left was the gargantuan from his point of view, was probably making him wonder why he was here at that moment.

A bullet exploded in the pew over his head and he felt his body rise like a sprinter out of the gate. Fueled only by adrenaline, and barely conscious of his actions, he was suddenly running, hunched, head down, pounding across the front of the church to his right.

As the bullets erupted behind him, he dove yet again, sliding out of control across the marble floor before crashing in a heap against the railing of a niche. It was only then he saw the love of his life (name unknown), was wearing a black shorts and a dark green sleeveless, having her bare legs twisted beneath her, but I believe he somehow sensed that she was still breathing, though his mind wanted to help her, his body was not able to.

The killer, immediately rounded the pews on the far left of the church and bore relentlessly down. The guy probably guessed, it would be over in a minute, and his heartbeat started racing. The killer raised his weapon and he did the only thing that he could do. He rolled his body over the banister into the niche. As he hit the floor on the other side, there were some marble columns which exploded.

He felt like a cornered animal, as he scrambled deeper, he heard footsteps echoing behind him. He now felt a sense of self- preservation grip his unconscious mind. He twisted his body onto his stomach, parallel with a casket, face down, he planted his hands flat on the floor, the glass cut from the previous encounter, pinching open with a slab. Ignoring the pain, he pushed. Driving his body in an awkward push-up, he arched his stomach off the floor just as the gun went off.

He could hear the sound of the bullets, as they sailed beneath him. And, again the clasp of the trigger, but now the roar of the gunfire was replaced with the cold click of an empty chamber.