"I'm going to regret this." Jack muttered under his breath as he peeled away from Felix and PJ, relief flooding through him as the Blood Gang left them alone.
His relief didn't last long when they started shooting at him, bullets flying by his head as he desperately searched for an escape.
Sean quickly climbed up the fire escape of a nearby intact building, pushing away his fear of heights as he dared to look down for signs of the gang.
None of them were following him.
Sean paused to catch his breath once he got onto the crumbling roof as he looked out at the horizon, the once clear blue sky choked with dark clouds of ash.
"Nice view from up here, isn't it?"
Sean whirled around to find Mark standing behind him, an AK in hand as he sauntered closer to the Irishman.
He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath and black jeans, his chocolate brown eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Why are you following me? What do you want?" Sean demanded, struggling to keep the fear from his voice.
"You're not so bad for an outsider, I could use you on my side." Mark remarked as he dropped the gun, allowing Sean to relax slightly.
"What makes you think I'm any better than my friends?" Sean countered curiously.
"Well I'm assuming you're leader for a reason." Mark stated with a shrug.
"I'm not a leader." Sean lied.
"Clearly you are if you're willing to risk your life for your friends." Mark pointed out.
"Then you're no leader." Sean retorted before he even realized what he was saying.
Mark grabbed Sean by the throat and lifted him up in the air, walking him over to the edge so his feet dangled over the unforgiving pavement waiting below.
"I'd choose your next words very carefully if you want to live." Mark growled in a dangerously calm tone.
"I-I'm sorry!" Sean choked out, his hands desperately clawing at Mark's so he could breathe.
"Fine." Mark nodded, seeming to accept the apology as he tossed Sean onto solid ground.
The Irishman coughed and sputtered for air while Mark loomed over him like a shadow, the gun back in his hand.
"I'm going to give you one last chance, and you better make the right decision or I'll blow your brains out. Join my gang, or I'll kill you and your friends." Mark commanded coldly.
"Go to hell." Sean whispered, refusing to betray his friends.
"Don't you see?" Mark chuckled as he clicked the safety off on his gun.
"I'm already there."
Before Sean could react, Mark fired a bullet into Sean's stomach, causing him to cry out in pan and fall to his knees in the ground.
He pressed his hands against the wound and felt them become quickly stained in his own warm sticky blood.
Mark turned his back on the dying Irishman as Sean fought to remain conscious, blood pooling around him as he fell onto his back.
"Goodbye Sean." Mark called out over his shoulder before he climbed down the ladder, leaving Sean alone to die.
What should Sean do?
Stay on the roof and pray help finds him?
Or
Attempt to get off the roof and look for help?
