You quickly kneel down with hands over your head as you hear the shots. First only one in the air, then second toward the clerk, hitting the cigarette boxes just left of him. You must admit that you are not proud of this situation, but you have some experience with low lives like this guy.
Quickly you throw one gaze toward the guy. Black leather jacket, not even mask on his face and drunken eyes. This guy wasn't sane and was easy target, but he held the gun.
"Ok! Fill in the bag!" He yelled as he pointed the gun towards the clerk who forgot in this moment about his secret button. What use is the button you can't touch with your arms high in the air?
"AND HOW MUCH IS THIS!?" The punk yells as he shoved the clerks face with giant package of chips.
"5.99$ sir..." The clerk barely finishes as he felt the stare of the guns barrel at him. He was shaking and sweating, afraid for his life.
"Ok... here is six... keep the change." He said as he took the chip and gave the money to him. This guy really wasn't on the sane side. You had to get out of this situation, but you had few choices. You could try to overpower the punk and that was certain you will, but being in the spotlight of the news in this serene neighborhood would just reveal your location to the kids. Who knows what kind of situation would you find yourself after that.
Second option was to keep quiet and wait for the punk to live. Cowards live and this time don't lose nor gain anything.
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