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where I can see them, now!”
    I did as they asked, taking that moment to sneak a quick peek into the mirror to see a young kid holding a large chrome plated revolver and nervously looking around. His action worried me even more, as all he had to do was inadvertently pull the trigger and I was dead. He caught my glance in the mirror, but instead of seeing sinister eyes glaring back at me, I saw nothing more than fear. He looked no different than the woman I had just encountered, with matted hair and dirty clothes.
    “That’s a huge gun you have there, kid. You need to be careful with that thing,” I said as calmly as I could, hoping to ease him a bit.
    “Shut up!” He shouted at me. “Give me all your money and then get out of the truck slowly!”
    Give me all your money? My mind repeated. “Are you serious?” I asked him, still unsure if I had heard him correctly. “The world’s gone to hell and you want all of my money?” I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand what he planned on doing with the twenty-three dollars I had to my name. It wasn’t like he could use it for anything when every store you could possibly come across was vacant of anyone, except maybe the undead, so why did he need my money.
    “Then get out of the truck!” He commanded.
    Apparently this little punk had been so secluded in the back of the cab that he hadn’t noticed my rifle or the pistol on my hip or he would have disarmed me first thing. That could prove to work in my favor as long as I could keep his eyes from spotting either of them. There wasn’t much room to navigate within the cab and if we got into a scuffle, the last thing I wanted was for his massive revolver to go off and deafen me. It had already happened once tonight in the grandparents’ house and my ears were still ringing slightly, so for it to happen again would be extremely bad.
    A sudden tap on the driver window drew my attention from the kid and his hand cannon to the helpless victim, who was now smiling at me with that smile of someone who thought they were about to turn the tables on a person that had wronged them.
    The barrel touched my head once more and I was abruptly angered by the lack of safety this little son of a bitch was showing. “Watch that damn gun!”
    He moved the barrel away.
    “You should have helped me when you had the chance,” she said through a closed window, which made her voice muffled at best. I acted upon that and put my right hand up to me ear, closest to where the kid’s gun had just been and acted as though I couldn’t hear what she said.
    “What?” I asked her in a muffled voice of my own.
    She grabbed the door and found it locked. “Unlock the doors!”
    Once again I toyed with her. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”
    The Kid behind me piped in. “She said unlock the doors, so do it!”
    She threw her attention to the Kid in the backseat. “If he doesn’t unlock the damn doors, then shoot him!”
    Time was clicking passing by and I only had maybe a few more seconds before something – either good or bad transpired. I stole another glance to see a hesitant look on the Kid’s face, which told me he had yet to kill anyone and was seriously struggling with what to do.
    She pounded on the window and screamed at me. “Open the god damned doors!”
    This time in a calm voice that startled me, the Kid spoke. “You have until the count of three to unlock and open your door or I’ll shoot you.”
    I grabbed at the door handle.
    “What the hell are you doing?” The kid screamed at me. “I told you to keep your hands on the steering wheel!”
    “Then how the hell am I going to open the damn door, idiot?” I shot back in an equal tone.
    The Kid thought for a moment.
    “You know as well as I do, that she’ll eventually get tired of you. And what do you think will happen to you at that point?” I asked him, trying my best to instill a little doubt into his young mind. All it took was a single seed, which could