This is it. This is what everything’s come down to. All the planning, the research, everything. There are no second chances. Just 10 steps away is the key to victory. And across the field is the lock. All I have to do is pick it up, point it in the right direction, and twist. Just have to wait for a chance.
I peek around the corner and see the streaks of smoke. This is my chance.
I turn to run, but see the jaws of defeat. They snap at me, but I dodge and jam their teeth with my deadly rock. I pick up the key, ready it, and look down the shaft.
“This is it,” I think as I point the end at the lock. It turns, looking straight back at me. I had my key in it, and it’s was in mine. All that’s left to do is twist…
A shot rings out.
A trail of smoke appears.
The jaws claim their latest victim.
And with that, the victor grins.
And I think to myself…