Alleyway Adventure 2A

"Okay. I'll help you, but on one condition—you have to tell me who this he is." You try to keep your voice tight and business-like, unafraid. Relief floods his eyes and a sigh escapes his lips.
"Thank you, thank--you," he says between heavy breaths, doubled over, his hands on his knees.
"So...him?" You remind the man whose eyes are shrouded in exhaustion and fear.
His eyes flick up, meeting yours. His sudden relief seems to melt into the pavement like he just remembered why he'd been running in the first place. Now his tenseness seems to pour into you. You pull your shoulders higher, your chin jutting out in faux confidence. The man looks at you grimly.
"He killed them. All of them. I have no one left. And now he's coming." The seriousness of his tone leads you to two conclusions: either he's completely crazy and has convinced himself that some mysterious man has killed "them" and now he's running from nothing, accosting random strangers, or everything he said is true.
You weigh these options carefully. If the first option is true, you ought to run away. Now.
But if the second...if the second is true...then he needs your help.
"Tell me what I need to do," you whisper, a shrug tugging at your shoulder blades.
"I need you to shoot me. And pretend like it was an accident," he said, handing you a gun.


If you decide to take the gun and shoot him, click here. 
If you decide to run away, click here. 

- s.s.