Malcolm had never expected to be snuck up on from behind. His eyes went wide and he dropped the gun, his hands going to his neck. He struggled in Will's grip, but Will was right. He was feeling short of breath.
The world around him dimmed and it took a second for Malcolm to realise it was trees.
Always goddamn trees.
"Fuck you," Malcolm whispered, spitting blood as he said it. He desperately tried to drag breath in, but it was getting more and more difficult.