"I wasn't ready to lead; but I had to in order to stay alive."
My parents were dead, and I was thrown back into the life I had been running away from. The night is young and it is far from over. All I have is one pistol, and I know that will not be enough. I can't think straight, now with what I had just witnessed, but I have too if I want to stay alive.
"Get the hell away from me!" At the sound of another guys voice, I snap out of my daze of terror and bolt in that direction.