No Leaf Clover

The crunch of gravel stirs him awake. He opens his eyes, but is instantly blinded by the fury of the sun. He curses and raises his hand to shield his vision. He notices the rivulets of crimson flowing down his arm. He feels his eyes watering, his mouth tastes metallic.
The crunching noise approaches him with slow, purposeful steps until a figure looms above him. The sun behind forms a halo around the figure, cloaking it in darkness. Except for the dim shine of metal reflecting from its hand.
He had heard stories of near-death experiences where survivors talked about the tunnel of light. The figure moves his hand and levels it against his head. He tries to remember the song as he hears the click.
As the smoke clears , the song comes to his mind. And he smiles as darkness fills his eyes.