The death itself struck me in something like a personal way.

Death would strike him before he had the new opportunity.

Death had struck them before they could use their weapons.

It stopped before the open door of the room where death had struck.

In the past, death struck right through the life cycle.

Death had struck him in the midst of the call.

Once more, on a perfectly nice day with everything going well, death had struck and taken another of his friends.

The police were here, closing in on this room where death had struck.

The two men were alone in the room where the creeping death had struck.

Now, death had struck; and its mark - no longer needed - was gone!