“You gonna talk to me or what? I’ve only just saved your life. Least you could do is say thank you.” I sigh. I’d just found you off the side of the road, after you’d collapsed. You looked like shit, but my sister convinced me to take you in. You’re sitting in our kitchen, while my sister, niece, and father all sit in the living room playing monopoly. Your gun is sitting on the table, along with your knife and holster. I’m wearing a pair of jeans, black combat boots, a black tank top, and a black and red plaid overshirt.