“Okay, hold on a goddamn minute.” I laugh nervously, slowly backing up away from the armed man.
He stares at me blankly, eyes cold from behind the full-faces gas mask he wears, which I notice is covered in… brightly colored stickers.
The rest of his outfit is dark, a black hoodie, pair of long grey cargo pants, and black boots.
He holds the gun steady in two hands, aimed directly at my face. M...
