She was a killer. He was a criminal. **** Murphy, not having noticed the other girl, looked over to her as well. Her sickly state surprised him. While he was distracted Raven raised the gun. Murphy looked back just as she pulled the trigger. He winced, but no bullets were shot. She had run out. Murphy began limping towards West. She sat up the best she could to get away from him. Her body barely allowed her to move. John ended up sitting near her, leaning against a box. "Yeah I would've shot me too." best rating #1 in #johnmurphy #1 in the100fanfic