As I pulled the trigger, I could feel the recoil reverberate through my hands. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, as if my life were now a wide-screen movie. I saw the slug hit the man in the chest, and he went down hard. To my utter horror and surprise, he got back up and started walking toward me. How was this possible? How could he still be alive after I put a .40 S&W in his chest? The only thing that was clear to me at this point was that it was time to run, so I turned and bolted. I'm not really sure how long I ran for or how far I ran, but when I came to my senses again I was in the middle of the woods at night, with nothing but a full moon to guide my path. Lost, confused, and utterly exhausted, I passed out.