RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

The last Cowboy

After finding a small room for the night after a long day collecting resource. We settled down to cook our meal for the day. How little did we know, this would be the last meal we may ever cook together.
We saw someone run past, we shouted "Howdy partner, can we interest you in some beans?" - to no response but to run away while the sound of filling a gun chamber with a single bullet, happens in the distance. Take care from here on out.
After our night of rest listening to the screams of zombies and bambis outside, we decided to walk our way through Chernogorsk, humming our favorite song. The Magnificent Seven theme song.
We decided to arm ourselves in case things took a turn for the worst, and the single bullet gets used. We did not see him coming. He is down. Headshot. The one bullet. One bullet. Did not even attempt to kill me, or even loot my friends body. Gone, like a swift breeze.
I am the last Cowboy. But time goes on. There are people to protect. I am not sad, I shall always remember what happened this day.