Do not shoot anyone, if you are unsure! If you can save a life tonight, then you would have done your job well!” At this point, he was not sure they’d make it out of this alive, but he was prepared to die. “It was a pleasure working with you gentlemen! Make me proud!

He was one of the first to be shot and killed by the police.

He was dead and he would not be getting up, again.

Herbert immediately closed his eyes and, in that moment, thought he was about to die.

He began to feel overwhelmingly guilty for still being alive, while others continued to die around him.

The huge cop funerals with the uniforms and American flags only pound the reality of the loss in deeper. You see all those cops lined up coming to pay their respects and you feel proud for a moment, but then the pain hits you like a sledgehammer. You ask why, but there is never a good enough reason.

She was such a sweet and funny person. To see her looking like something he has come to hate was a shot to the heart.

Truth be told, I don’t wanna die. I gots lots more living to do, before I go. I’m gonna make this money count for something. If I can beat this cancer, I don’t plan on doing it as a homeless man. I want my life back and I plan to take it back.

From their points of view, it seemed like a good idea. They were each going to die, sooner or later, and none of them was living a good life. What did they really have to lose?