Nothing At All

He grabbed his shotgun and rose up from the ground. The rain fell as hard as hail. His heart was pumping harder than a bass drum. The sweat had soaked his hair. His nose was bleeding down to his mouth. The cuts on his face seemed dismal. His mouth opened and a scream heard in the deepest parts of hell was released. His left had pumped the shotgun. His sights moving with the target. I had stopped in my tracks. My long black coat was soaked in rain and sweat. My hands were trembling, my hearting was thumping through my chest. My wet light brown hair was dripping water in my eyes. I swiped my lower right to see how bad it was bleeding. I dropped my 9mm in the puddle. All I can think is now they've come to take me away. What have I done to be so afraid?Staring down the barrel of a gun.