Dirt

Jack tasted blood in his mouth.  He spat red saliva from his mouth and looked at the four men.  He had broken one man's arm, and broken the nose of another, but the other two were fine.  One man drew a knife and ran towards Jack.  Jack was ready for him.  He moved aside at the last second and tripped the man.  The man fell down and Jack took the opportunity to give him a good kick, breaking several ribs.  The man cried out in pain and rolled over, writhing.

BANG!

The gunshot rang out and echoed among the building.  The last man stood holding a pistol at eye level.  It was pointed at Jack who was standing frozen looking at his chest.  A small hole was oozing blood over his shirt.

"That's not fair..." said Jack.

"Life isn't fair."  said the man with the pistol, while his three battered companions stared at Jack with cold victorious hatred.

Jack fell face down in the dirt.