After searching for hours, we finally came across a warehouse. It looked very run down, but you can't judge a book by its cover. Once we got inside, we starts to search. After we searched the first floor, we found stairs to the second. On the stairs was a guard, on his chest was a name tag that read: Evan. He had a pistol in his hands, so we tried to not let him see us. We had to shoot him, it was the only way. We got our gun from Jarred, we took his gun before the police got there.
"You want me to shoot him," I ask.
"Sure."
I shoot him right in the chest, he falls, dead, to the ground. I had just killed someone. A living breathing person. He was dead.
"Let's move," I say. And we leave him dead.
