Armed

New Friends

          Ryan shot the other guy, right in the face. He stopped running to rest on a cheap bench our school bought. Braden rushed to Ryan, and began asking him questions.
          "Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Why are you sitting here?" He asked innocently.
          "Fuck off! You guys are too scared to kill someone in a terrorist attack! Don't you guys know what's happening? There are other people in this school, and it's every man for himself. If you two pussies cant realize that, I'm not going to be in a group with you guys. Now, come on. I killed two people for you guys!"
          Braden and I didn't move. We just stood there, staring at him.
          "Ryan..." I said. "You cant just... kill people like that."
          "What would you do? If you're holding a gun over someone, that tried to kill EVERYONE you knew, wouldn't you pull the trigger? If you wouldn't... then you aren't going to survive."
          "Ryan, I wouldn't shoot him. I would ask him why they were doing this, or something like that." Braden said.
          "Well... fine then!" Ryan said, just before he dashed into the office.
          I knew there was no point in stopping him. Braden knew it too. We both walked past the hallway passing through the 2nd grade classrooms, but we made sure nobody was following us. A 2nd grader burst out of his classroom, panting.
          "Who are you?" Braden said cautiously.
           No response.
          "Look, I know your scared. We all are. We can be in a group together! So, what's your name?" I added.
          "Wait, how are you two still alive? The terrorists attack 6th grade classrooms first. How did you make it out?" The young boy questioned.
           Braden ganced at me. "We used to have three in this group. Ryan helped us get out."
           "Oh" he said. "Well, my name is Jonah. Nice to meet you two!"