Jericho rubbed his eyes. "Fine, I'll make the decision." He muttered, grabbing his rifle, and started aiming at the looters. "Its one shot only, so you guys be ready to fight while I reload." He said, aiming for one guy. He started to slow his breathing, getting ready to pull the trigger, when the screams started.

The young looter shot up, trying to swat the rats off him. They came out of nowhere, just raining down on the poor kid. Everyone could only watch as the rats started to rip his flesh off the to eat it. The other two looters took off running, leaving their friend, and treasure, behind.

"Holy fuck." Jericho muttered, then aimed for the kid's head, pulling the trigger. He couldn't save the idiot, but he could put him out of his misery. The rats went about eating their meal, before running back into the city.

"Interesting." He muttered, reloading his rifle. "A large hole in the wall, an easy way out of the city, yet they go right back into the town. Why is that?" He asked, mostly to himself, but wouldn't be upset by any of their suggestions.