It was really late in the night, and it felt like you’d been driving for hours before finally seeing a gas station.

Quickly pulling into the empty parking lot, you go inside to use the bathroom. Let’s just say you spent a long moment in there.

When you finally came out from the bathroom, the scene happening at the front of the gas station made you freeze in fear.

There was a man. Holding a gun. To the cashier. Oh god.

The man had to do a double take when seeing you. “Shit," he murmurs under his breath exasperatedly. He turns to point the gun at you, "How'd you get in here?"