Mercy Is Non-Existant In A State Of Unconciousness

I had a dream last night that I shot someone. BANG! Close range between the eyes. They did not bleed, only fell to the ground, still talking, still expecting me to be like them. I felt no pity, no regret. They did not stain my carpet. I do not have fragments of them on my shoes, there's no gunshot residue on my hands.