Hazel didn't see any way out of doing what the man said. She glared at him, but moved to take a seat on the chair nearest to her. She wanted to say so many things. 

[i]If you only need to talk, then you don't need the gun.[/i]

[i]Why'd you kill the generator?[/i]

[i]Just shoot us already and get it over with.[/i]

All of those options, plus some of the other half formed thoughts whirling around in her head would have only caused aggravation. She didn't want to die, didn't want anyone else to get shot. She still hoped, really hoped, that this was some awful prank meant to scare everyone that Mark had put together beforehand. She didn't think it was, though, not after looking at Mark's face.