bhonda - 8:31 am on Dec 27, 2012 (gmt 0)
After what seemed like an eternity, Alec slowly opened his eyes. He carefully lifted his hand up, and patted his chest - surely a shotgun blast would leave a gaping hole, he thought to himself. After realising there was no hole in him, he lifted his eyes to the sight in front of him. The mail man was lying in a pool of blood. Beyond that stood someone else holding a smoking pistol. Out of the recesses of his mind, he recognised the face.