The gun shook as he pointed it towards his target. This was simple, all he had to do was pull the trigger now and it would be over. The metal was cold in his hand, despite the sun beating down on the market street. The gun dropped to his side, he couldn’t do it. Despite what the thing in front of him had become, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt his legs give way and he tumbled backwards against the wall. As his ass hit the dirt, it turned around and recognized him. Slowly, one foot being methodical placed in front of the other, it advanced on him. He looked his son, no… this wasn’t his son. He met its eyes, placed the steel barrel back against his temple. He took a long and deep breath, then squeezed with all the strength in his body, and never felt his kin sink its teeth through his warm flesh.