'Adventure goes awry'

We were three of us. We had planned an 'unplanned' journey, like the ones you see in movies. A simple bag, a wrist watch, a camera for the unexpected moments, some cash and an adventurous soul. A road trip. I dont remember too many details as it seems like ages ago. But i remember the number of 'that' last bus, 3975. It stopped at one of the villages. And all of a sudden we decided to get down. Like all decisions on this journey, this was as impulsive.
I close my eyes in an attempt to push back the brain barriers but i just remember the helplessness. The memory is still quite foggy.
I got down from the bus expecting a new adventure and i heard sounds of bullets from a machine gun. Not bad for a village adventure i thought. I dont remember the source. Nor do i remember what happened to the other two with me. I ran. But the pellets caught up and slowly started piercing my back. One by one they entered my body as i fell flat on myface. I felt helpless. I dont remember the pain but the " I dont want to die right now" attached to it comes back quite distinctly to my mind.
I wasn't even out of my dream when 'Adventure goes awry' struck like lightening. I shouted 'Eureka' as it was the perfect Title for my next post. Whats with the craze of blogging, i ask myself. I go through each day searching for something substantial to write about but the helplessness comes back to me. "I don't want to die right now i still have loads to write about".