Peederrrrrrrrrrrr.

If you knew you were going to die sometime soon, would you have any regrets? Would you be afraid?

Storm clouds gathered at the edges of his mind; the large masses of gray looming morosely over his consciousness. As time went by, they welled up sullenly and slowly, growing and growing until they swallowed his stream of thoughts.

Is it better to die for something than to live for nothing?