[b]@TheYouthPastor's Damian Post[/b]

Ben lay the spade on the ground before slowly raising his hands above his head. He cursed at himself for touching the door and getting into this mess. His trainers crunched against the debris as he swivelled around, the only sound cutting through the still air. 

At first Ben was taken aback by his assailant's appearance. The guy could've been about the same age as Ben or maybe a bit older. However his rough appearance made Ben worry that his mugger could be an escaped criminal from the cells below the station. Ben was becoming more convinced as his eyes lingered on the handgun: this guy looked comfortable, like he'd done this a thousand times. 

"[i]Dude I'm unarmed.[/i]" Ben spoke as softly as he could, for fear of attracting any rotters, but his voice trembled slightly. 

"[i]I've got no stuff either, just the shirt on my back.[/i]" He hoped his pleas would not fall on deaf ears. Ben didn't want shot over a rusty spade. Ben was not above begging for his life but before he could drop to his knees he swore he could hear footsteps upstairs.

"[i]Hey man have you got friends upstairs?[/i]" Ben knew which answer he would prefer to hear right now.