“We might have messed ourselves up,” Gabe says as we approach.

“Why?” Ethan demands.

“There’s more than we thought,” Gabe says, gripping the strap to his rifle a bit tighter. “They are blocking every exit. We’re trapped in here.”

Ethan swears.

I feel a draft of wind blow around me and I start to shiver.

“We might be able to get out,” Gabe says. “But…”

“But what?” Ethan asks.

There needs to be a distraction, I think to myself. A tear passes down my cheek. I know how to change this. Gilbert is willing to sacrifice himself for the rest of us; shouldn’t I feel the same way?

“There needs to be a distraction,” Gabe continues, “or we’re all going to die.”

There is a long pause. The rain and thunder is almost as loud as the greyskins that are pounding on the doors and walls, but not quite. The lightening flashes are almost constant.

More tears streak down as I reach out and clutch Ethan’s shirt. I don’t know why, but it comforts me.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

“I’m okay.”

His hand reaches for mine and our fingers interlock. My heart jolts because I don’t expect the white light to flash in front of me again.

I see Ethan walking through a street, holding a rifle in his hands. He is alone, possibly scouting the area ahead. He seems determined, walking with a purpose with the sun on his back. A loud boom echoes through the air and a bullet passes through his chest. A look of shock spreads across his face as he falls to his knees, blood drooling from his wound. There is no one around him when he falls onto his back and closes his eyes. I can't see the shooter. I don't recognize the area…

When the flash of light brings me back to the present, I have a new future for my life. I look at Gilbert and I see him wipe a tear from his eye. I wish I could help him. I clutch Ethan tightly as my vision of Gilbert’s future comes true before my very eyes.

I hate this feeling. 

“Give me the gun,” Ethan tells Gabe. “I’ll distract them. You all run.”

Gabe hands him the rifle.

“No,” I say.

Gilbert steps forward and snatches the rifle from Ethan. “I can’t let you do that.  Last time, I didn’t make this choice, now I have to. I’m already dead. That’s why I’m so cold and bitter.” A tear falls down his face. “I loved her so much. Now, I can be with her.”

“Who?” Ethan asks.

“No time,” Gilbert says. He pulls the cylinder from his pocket and tosses it to Ethan. “Use this to your advantage somehow.”