Urban hunting

A drop fell on me.
It landed right in the middle of my forehead. I brushed it away in disgust with my palm, but I didn't take my eyes of the door. Just a simple blueish door with 157 bullet holes in it. Nothing unusual for this neighborhood. What I wanted was a certain who exiting it and I was ready to wait as long as necessary to get what I'd come for. I stood still in my hiding place like a wildcat waiting for its prey. I had been there long enough for my nose to adjust to the reeking smell of the garbage that formed a weird shaped pile next to me. No one could tell if there was any container in it, no one cared.
Another drop landed on my face, this time on my left cheek and I brushed it away again. I hoped it won't rain tonight. A car drove by flashing its lights. They didn't notice me but I had a quick glimpse of my hands. I felt sick in my stomach because they were stained red. I knew immediately it was blood since it was nothing unusual in this neighborhood. I also knew exactly whose blood it was. My gut feeling has never been mistaken before. My stomach rumbled, I gagged and vomited behind the the pile of garbage adding my share to its disgusting glory. I wiped my face and headed towards the fire escape ladder and it took me 2 minutes to reach the landing on the third floor. There he was lying in that awkward position with his eyes open and a coin sized red dot on his forehead. I instinctively touched my own forehead. So Jimmy was dead. My gut feeling told me to get out of here because someone else was out for a hunt and I will be next.