he didnt like itNO  no   not one bit

                                    if he was going to die he wanted to hear the roar of the engine gunnedescaping its tires shriekingsquealing rubber burningDIE die under the smell of black acridsmoke tinged with the scent of his hot red saltedblood

           his thickening blood turning dead leaves pushing loosegravel made more noise

                                                                                            MADE more noise than the stealthy electric car whiisperingwhiizzing away

he was blownup by a cowarddriven drone

he did hear something just before being rundown

                                                  breaths sucked in

afterwards he heard

                    It’s his fault, walking and reading like that.

another voice

             If you gave me your damn phone this wouldn't have happened; DRIVE.

he despised technology

                       seemed it was going to be his death   he was miserable  cheated   he was in the last chapter  he wasnt going to know how it ended

 

 

he heard himself say weakly

                              Whaas thasound  

the sound was a heavy shadow walking on fibrous shadows cast by the trees overhead  not that hed know then he couldnt hear his ears sayonarahe couldnt feel pain sayonara  he felt something dark lean over himhis eyes sayonara

he was mute                

                   Ah he thought   he wondered  Was I mute just before I was born

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