"Why aren't you running?!"

Zack said, with a loud bang as his scythe hit the ground.

A low moan escaped Zack's lips when he heard the following words leaving your lips. "Could you kill me?

That wasn't fair to Zack. He hated killing someone who was already dead inside. What was the point of that, anyway?

"I don't see the point in killing someone who is already dead inside."

He sighed, but decided to use this to his advantage. What if he and you had a pact? He would kill you and you would help him get out of that building, with every floor full of assassins who would try to kill you.

"Well, if you help me get out of here I'll reap you. Do we have a pact?"