[ WP ] Write a short story starting with `` My story started where a lot have ended these past 10 years : with a ( n ) ______ ''

My story started where a lot have ended these past 10 years: with a single bullet. 
 
 Living in post-war Britain, death was not an uncommon sight. Everyone had at least one firearm to defend themselves, everyone had encountered gunfire in the streets, and everyone knew what it meant to live every day like it could be their last. 
 
 The revolution that was supposed to end the tyranny of a dictatorship had ripped the country apart; counties had split into factions, all threatening total destruction of the others. In ten years the population was decimated, the country reduced to a crumbling mass of fallen buildings and civilians with guns. All around me was depression, death, dirt, famine. 
 
 Thinking about it, it's quite hilarious, in such a depressing way. The sacks of bones, flesh and organs we saw everyday were once living, breathing, talking human beings. They had a mother, a father, a pet, a first love, they were educated, they succeeded and they failed. 
 
 And they died. A single bullet can end so much. 
 
 That morning, as I wandered to the local shop for some bread, clutching my rifle, my world completely ended. I had no time to react; as soon as I entered Grange Avenue a bullet burrowed into my head, smashing part of my brain, and knocking me straight out cold. 
 
 I woke in a beautiful wooden chalet, bright natural light streaming through vast windows above the soft, clean bed that I rested in. My itchy, dirty clothes were replaced with beautiful white robes, soft as silk and cleaner than anything I had ever seen. I sat up, and looked around the room - it was furnished luxuriously, with beautiful gold-leaf chairs and fantastic bright works of art hanging around the room. I got up and left the room, and immediately my breath was forced from me. 
 
 The crumbled grey streets of London had gone. In their place were beautiful old chalets, bright white skyscrapers, and marble streets. I could also see a very unfamiliar sight - a beautiful emerald park, littered with tall, radiant trees, ferns, and glowing coloured flowers. Clear water ran through them. 
 
 All around the streets were people dressed similar to me, smiling and talking and laughing. The smog-ridden sky had been replaced with a beautiful, deep purple, but the world was light around me and the I could see the vast orange sun dipping behind the structures around the city. 
 
 For the first time in ten years I smiled. That bullet took me to a better place.
