It’s night. You’re alone at your job, in the gas station. The neon signs that hang at the front, in the windows, flicker a few times. You sigh deeply as you know this shift will be a long one..

Sheila, your coworker, had to leave early because she had some stomach bug or something. She had run to the bathroom earlier that night, but once you found out she’d thrown up, you told her just to go home early. It always was dead at night, so you didn’t mind it much.

At this point, you’re so bored and tired you’re sure you could just fall asleep standing. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, then suddenly you hear the gas station’s doorbell ring.. which means, there’s a customer here.

You open your eyes to welcome in whomever it is.. but then, there’s a gun in your face.

“Hey, so I have a favor to ask..” the man holding the gun says with a hint of hurry in his hazel eyes.