You're not sure how to help this man. Also, you're a bit scared. You are just an ordinary person of ordinary strength and height. Why would anyone ask help from someone so average? This man has a strong, well-built body. He is clearly stronger than you, so why is he asking for your help?
This thought makes you frown. How can you be sure this man is safe?
You start to slowly back away, watching as the man's face becomes more and more desperate.
A guilty feeling begins to run through you, but you quickly ignore it. Turning around swiftly, you run away.
You run, run, and run some more. It seems to be a bit confusing as to what you are running away from, but you know deep down, you are running away from the fear.
After running a while, you look back.
No one is there. No one is chasing you. Nothing strange is happening.
"Why did that man ask me for help?" the question runs through your mind again, and the fear that once controlled you is replaced by curiosity.
You look at yourself. There is nothing unusual about you. You are wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, like always, but then you realize something strange about yourself.
"When...did I get a gun?" you murmur these words in confusion and fear. You don't remember ever purchasing a gun.
If you'd like to throw away the gun and just pretend nothing happened, click here.
If you'd like to keep the gun and go help the man, click here.
-Kris
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