I looked behind me for Gatsby, but then I remembered that he had left. I glanced back and saw Gatsby creeping up behind Wolfsheim. Gatsby pulled out his knife, now directly behind Wolfsheim. Gatsby thrust his knife into Wolfsheim's neck, blood spewed out of his neck and Daisy slipped out of his grasp. Gatsby grabbed Daisy and they ran off into the darkness. I picked up the rifle and put a bullet into the already dying Wolfsheim, finishing him off for good.
