Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25974603-20160318035304

“Stay the fuck where you are or you’re fucking dead!”

Daniel jumped up from his bed, startled.

“Now, you guys are gonna lead us to where your supplies are and give us everything you have.”

“Everything?! But we need to feed our children!’

“Shut the fuck up! Did I ask you to speak, stupid bitch? Keep your mouth shut before I blow your god damn face off!”

''Oh shit. It’s these fuckers.'' Daniel had heard a few horror stories from the lucky few who managed to escape their wrath. They were ruthless, cold, and uncaring. Truly horrible people.

Daniel could see all of the guards were dead. The bandits had taken them down with relative ease. No one to stop them. ''Shit, what am I going to do now? ''He’d guessed that they were gonna send some people up to check the buildings and then he’d be discovered. ''I’d probably be executed or something. ''

“Alright. You two, go investigate the living quarters for anybody who could be hiding.”

His fears were confirmed. ''God damn it! Why does this shit happen to me? Gotta do something fast. ''Opening the drawer, he found his pistol and put it in his pocket. ''I don’t stand much of a chance against these guys. But I at least have to try. ''Loading the magazine into the pistol, he cocked it.



''Welp. Here goes nothing.''

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(yes this is trash yes i know the ending is anti-climatic as fuck but i tried ok :(((((((((((  