READY OR NOT, HERE I COME...

I kiss her forehead and lay her back down on the ground, and as I stand to my feet, I'm only thinking of one thing. I slowly walk up the road in the direction of the wrecked car not even thinking about my own safety. I don’t see or hear anything, I’m just walking until eventually I find what (who) I'm looking for. In the distance to my far left I see a man sitting against a tree in what looks like some serious pain. With arms fully extended and gun raised I very slowly and cautiously walk over to where he is sitting. In what normally would have taken less than 2 minutes, takes me roughly 15 minutes to safely make my way over to him. I come up from his blind side and yell for him to throw his weapon – he doesn't move. In a more forceful voice I yell, “DID YOU HEAR ME, I SAID TOSS YOUR WEAPON...OR I WILL SHOOT YOU!” In a weak attempt he tries to toss his gun but it does not go far at all. I don't waste any time, run over and kick the gun in the brush, then turn and face him. I take one look at him and he is hurt pretty bad, honestly it looks like he could die at any moment. In almost a whisper he says, “Don't trust her, she isn't who she appears to be...” I shake my head and point the gun at him and say, “Thanks to you, I don't need to worry about any of that now do I?” I feel my hand shaking as I now raise the gun to his head, he looks up at me half-laughs and says, “Reach in my jacket pocket and grab my keys (now struggling to speak)...go to the car and look in the trunk...” I look over at the car lower my eyebrows and ask, “Look in the trunk for what?” He says nothing. I turn toward him and begin to ask again but see there is no need...but just to be sure I check his pulse and (yes) he's dead. I reach in his jacket pocket as he advised, grab the keys and instead of going to the car I make my way back to the SUV to grab a few things I may need later. As I walk back, I think to myself, I still don't have any answers to the questions in my head - the only thing I know is I'm lost, literally and figuratively. Although I don’t really know her, I feel compelled to properly bury her body. However the more I think about it, it's probably best I take her body with me to a hospital or something – I mean its the least I could do,she did spare my life, I guess. I make my way to the back of the SUV, and once I get there I stop, close my eyes and shake my head...because she's not there...