Mark sighed. "Go ahead and shoot me. At least I wont have to live in this world a second longer." He took another step forward into a better lit area. "But just let me say this, do you really want the blood of a man asking for your help on your hands?" he was silent. "Im telling you again. You aint getting my gun. Im also telling you. I dont want any trouble. I just need some help." He stuffed the shotgun into the bag on his back barrel first. and folded his arms. "Are you gonna give me a hand? or can i just keep walking?" He was silent at that point.