(Will fix up later)

“We’re in this together, but I’m not sure I can trust you”, he confessed under his breath.

Gunshots continued firing in the background.

I looked back up at him from our crouched position in the corner, panting I agreed, “yeah, I don’t trust you either pretty boy”.

He smirked, “awwww, you think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah now shut up and help me boot these run-down bums.” I said annoyed, rolling my eyes.

Then we stood up, counted down from three together, and ran around the corner with our guns aiming at their heads.