Free Write

The two of us then saw a man, hopping along the rocks as fast as he could. The man was very strange and seemed to have been traveling for a while. Everything he need was in that small pack. His appearance was raggedy and his clothing was worn from the weather. Was he running to something...or away from it. Soon enough we would find out the fate of the nomad. Five minutes later, we heard the shot that ended that man's life. We ran in the direction of the shot, but never found the source of that retched sound. I still remember that day, the mystery surrounding the whole event, and the life that merely faded from existence.