Pain... suffocation... fear... despair... These things were what was going through Bradons mind as he slowly died. Was this how it was? Was this his fate? Had this world not been cruel enough to him? In the last of his struggles, he realized there wasn't anything he could do. Slumping in his seat, he began to cry. He cried for his life, he cried for the sick motherfuckers who could do this to someone, he cried for the others who were still in this, he just... cried. As he felt the last few strands of life leave him, he looked up, as of through the ceiling, to the sky. <If there is a God... if you are real... take me now... I don't want to endure this anymore... I'm ready to leave... I want to see my mom again...> he thought. As his eyes slowly closed, he could've sworn he saw a light at the end of a dark tunnel... a figure waited for him... he couldn't tell who it was, but her perfume was unmistakable... hi mom...