[ WP ] `` six bullets , more than enough to kill anything that moves . ''

James reached into the pocket of his overcoat, feeling the ivory grip of his luger. He slowly backed into the trees careful not to make a sound. In front of him was a large brown bear it's teeth dripping blood. James with a feeling of dread hoped that the bear would continue to rip his friend apart so he could escape. He could n't leave his friend here at the mercy of a bear James thought, so he came to a resolve. James felt around in his other pocket for bullets, 6 of them. He loaded them into his luger and took aim at the beast. One, two, three, four, James stopped firing, the bear roared and fell with a thump. James rushed over to his mauled friend. 
 When he saw the blood gushing out of his friend like molten liquorice he knew nothing could be done to save him. `` Please'' his friend's voice just a strained whisper said. `` I'm sorry, please forgive me.'' James said sadly. James raised the Luger, his bloody hand tightened on the trigger. The luger spoke once and the dying man's last light faded from his eyes. James felt responsible for the death of his close friend, guilt flooded his system, tears rolled down his face. He slumped down next to the dead body and closed the man's eyes. James stood and walked off into the forest, twigs crunching under his feet. James had 1 bullet left in the chamber. He raised the gun to his head, and with a shaky hands fired his last bullet and let out his last breath as the bullet shattered through his skull and severed the cerebral cortex killing him instantly.
