“Don’t move.” The man calls out, your eyes staring down the barrel of his rifle.

You remain still, hidden behind a stack of barrels. His rough features soften as he realizes you aren’t the threat he originally thought you were gonna be.

“Why don’t you climb on out of there?” He asks, extending a hand out to help you. He hoists you up and out of your hiding place, dusting the cobwebs off the shoulders of your blouse.

He mutters to himself and takes a step away from you.

“You shouldn’t be here. We’re a bad people, Miss.”