A man limps down the street. His right leg drags as his left one tries to keep balanced. Blood drips down from a bullet-sized hole from his forehead to his chin in a thin, crimson line. His eyes bulge and his nostrils flare.

A woman walks past him, headed in the other direction. She is staring down at the cell phone in her hand, furiously tapping away as the headphones shes wearing blare an incoherent pop song. The man halts just as they pass and grunts loudly, hot blood spewing from his throat in the process. The blood paints the back of the passing woman's milky white sweater as she continues on strolling, unbothered.

The man drops to the floor in a heap, blood shooting like a hose from the hole in his head.