After the duel LazyMcCrow was not done yet. He was going to find the killer and put an end to this once and for all. Snooping about former detective Kage’s house, he found a revolver with three bullets in it. “You’re a tough nut Lazy, hard to crack.” A voice said behind him. Lazy felt suddenly cold and shuddered. “Let me go. I want to get out of here and never come back.” He replied to the voice.

“I would, you’re a brave man, but I’m afraid I can’t take the risk.” The voice said, it sounded like he was getting closer to Lazy.

Lazy swallowed, and ran, not looking back, which was a mistake, because he had no idea where the voice was coming from. He turned a street corner, and found himself on the ground, an outstretched arm in front of him. Seeing stars, he instinctively rolled out of the way, as a boot came crushing down where his head was a second earlier. He scrambled to his feet, and ran as fast as he could, trying to head out of town. He heard footsteps behind him and forced himself to run faster, the sheer terror of his situation fuelled him.

He kept running and running, unaware that there was no longer any footsteps behind him, shuddering, out of breath, he looked around, and heard nothing. He was out of the town, he was not dead, the only person to escape successfully. He thought about his friends in the town, but he realised that if he went back, he would be killed. He felt terrible, but he began the long walk out of the town, reflecting on the past events and thinking of what he would do with himself. He hoped he could hitch a ride before it got too dark.

He heard a car coming from the intersection near the town. What luck this was! Finally, he would be free from this nightmare! But as the car approached him, a darker thought appeared. Maybe this wasn’t a rescuer, maybe this wasn’t a civilian. Maybe this was the killer. The thought took control of Lazy and as the car began to slow as it approached him, Lazy knew that he was in trouble. Sprinting, he ran down the side of the road, the whole area was plain flat ground for miles around and he had nowhere to hide so he would run, run for his life.

He forgot however, about the revolver he had stolen. And as the care came closer and closer, he put his hands in his pockets for something to use, and pulled out the revolver. The car came to a shrieking stop as the lights engulfed Lazy. He fired, hitting the front tire, the second shot hitting the other front tire. He began to run again, hoping he could get away from this mad man. The door opened and shots spewed out of a gun at Lazy. He felt a bullet hit him in the leg, and he screamed in pain and fell to the ground as blood began to pour out of the wound.

“You’ve got one last shot, McCrow, you might want to use it on yourself to save me the trouble. It’s a long way until the next town.”

“ you mother” Lazy screamed, brandishing the revolver.

“Good luck then, because you will be dead by tomorrow.” The man laughed and walked back to his car, grabbing some equipment, and began to walk back to the town. Lazy stayed there, until he couldn’t hear anymore footsteps. Dragging his leg, he managed to get into an upright position. He began to hobble, whimpering quietly down the road. The sheriff was probably right, he would be dead, and he would have lost a lot of blood. He looked at the gun. Not yet. Not just yet. You don’t give up this easily Lazy. He stumbled on.

The town woke up, and found Lazy missing. DaveShack shook his head, and organised the voting procedure once again, this time for the final time.