I opened the door to the store with the stock of my rifle.
I walk inside the store "I'm here for food don't shoot" I say with every run I go on usually no response but today was different.
"Hands up douchebag" a gruff voice says behind me.
"Look my group needs food we have a child of five" I tell him which is a obvious lie
"boo freaking hoo" he scoffs
"Look just let me have some food and I'm gone I promise" I plead
"Why should I help you" he mumbled
"Look we need to stick together now okay it's nearly winter" I say calmly
"Take what you need" he says choking up
"are you ok you don't look so good" I say with my happiest tone
"My family died last winter I don't want yours too" he cries
"Look I have no family I just want food I have a group of A few you can join us if you want to" I said
"No it's fine just come back in a day and bury me out back with my family" he said seriously
"No your not gonna kill your self your coming with me" I yell tears clogging my eyes
"Why does it matter nobody cares especially now" he yells back
"My sister killed herself out of pity and I am not gonna let you do this to yourself" I say rage filling my voice
"I'm sorry let's go grab what you want" he says lifting himself up
I quickly grab as much food as I can when I spot a rifle with a box of ammo.
"Hey is this rifle yours" I say to the man
"No" he says worried
I feel the cold chill down my spine when I realize who owns the rifle just listened to our conversation and was obviously still here. I pull my knife out of the holster on my leg.
"Who's their" I yell in my deepest voice..
