Chapter 3: The only way out...Is Death

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Standing there at gunpoint probably not going to make it, I looked at Ricky and he was staring down at the guy with the shotgun pointing at him as I looked at the other man with the pistol next to the guy with the shotgun. I had to think of something and fast otherwise we are not going anywhere and our journey will be cut short...permanently. I looked around for idea's but nothing around for us to use but then I thought of something, I picked up that revolver with one bullet inside the cylinder. I looked at my pistol as the bandit with the pistol yelled at me.

"Hey! Eyes on me fucker!"

I looked at him and sighed as I looked at Ricky and he was staring down at the bandit with the shotgun. For some reason I had the urge to yell bandit at the guys because that's who they were but I didn't want to get shot early so I laid my voice low for the meantime. As I looked at the bandits I thought maybe they are not dangerous...but then again I don't want to find out when there gun is bigger than me, he then aimed his gun at my face.

"Look man what do you want?" I asked the bandits.

"We want your stuff...all of it" one bandit responds.

Ricky looked and said sternly "But...we just got this stuff...I'm not giving this up"

The bandit with the shotgun aimed at Ricky and yelled.

"No...we want it all, don't you get it!"

I looked at him as I wanted to hear his words as Ricky took one step closer to the bandit.

"The dead have finally risen from its grave to get...to get revenge on us! We have disrespected the dead for years and now it's their time to get the world, which means we need to survive and grab everything we can...even if it means to steal from two kids!"

I looked at the bandit with the shotgun angrily as the bandit with the pistol still kept his aim on me, the bandit with the shotgun aimed at Ricky almost looking like he was going to shoot him. I looked around again trying to think of a plan as an idea popped into my head.

"Hey what's your guy's name? I mean if we are going to die it won't matter right?" I asked looking at both of the bandits.

The bandit with the shotgun spoke first, just what I wanted to happen...lucky me.

"My name is James and this is my brother Danny"

The bandit with the pistol nodded and still kept his aim on me. I nodded and looked Danny.

"Danny or Dan...listen man do you really want to do this, think about it dude we can team up, you, me, my friend and your brother. We can get supplies together and survive together as a team or a group where we can help others and survive longer until this whole thing blows over completely." I said.

Danny started to shake a bit; he looked at James confused.

"James...Why don't we do that instead? I mean is killing people useless anyway when the dead can just do that." James said to his brother.

James looked at Danny and yelled.

"Are you really going to believe this fucking kid!? God damnit Danny I thought I could trust you man we are brothers! We protect each other and I would do anything to keep you alive...even if it means killing these kids!"

"But...what if they mean what they say, that we can work together and possibly be the only ones left in the world" Danny said nervously.

I looked at Ricky as I saw him slowly walk to James, it wasn't a bad idea but at this situation I wouldn't even take the risk. I slowly move my right hand to my revolver and pull it out of my holster and set it on the counter, I look at the Danny and he was still arguing with his brother James as I looked at Ricky, he was getting closer to James as I slowly grabbed the revolver and waited for Ricky to make his move.

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