Funny story: I was once assaulted by three men, each of them holding a gun. They had their guns pointed to a friend and me. No matter how much I wanted to die (have been suicidal since I was 15, and the incident happened when I was 22 or so), I couldn't move. I froze. In my head I kept saying "do something stupid so they will put you out of your misery", but no deal.
I wonder if I was scared, if that was survival instinct messing me up, or if I didn't do anything because if I did, my "friend" (not a friend anymore) would have died as well. Oh well.
Guns aren't sold in stores where I live, so it would be super difficult for me to get one.