As I was walking towards home, I looked at the man who was driving in the snow instead of on the cleared road. As he came to a stop, unable to go any further, I turned back. I walked toward him and looked into his eyes to see if he was ok. He raised a gun and said, “Don’t give me any shit,” and shot. I felt the bullet go straight through my heart. I said, “I’m dead.” The onlookers went back to what they were doing. I gasped for air and said, “I’m dead. I’m dead.” I don’t think they heard me. “I’m dead.”