Not the Sharpest Tool in the Shed

He couldn’t move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn’t decide if it was the flu or the drinking last night. It was probably a combination of both.

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She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer. Two. Puffs of breath could be seen coming from his mouth. Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled the trigger of the gun.