You were gathering supplies for the week, or at least a few days. Currently you were located within a tall building, on the 12th floor. You turn a corner and walk into a room only to freeze, hearing a gun cock.

You dont move. You cant. The most you ended moving after a solid good minute being your eyes, to see a gun trained at your head; Specifically your temple.

“Get out.” The guy holding the gun demanded, taking a step closer, the gun mow pressed right against your temple.