"Huh?"

This simple questioning sound slipped from the black-clad mans' mouth, sounding raspy and gruff coming from the gas mask.

She would not resist? She wanted to die?

Why?

A slight tension suddenly squeezed his stomach as he realized why she might wish for him to shoot her.

He gripped his weapon tighter, and with his left hand pulled back on the pump.
The [i]chik-chik[/i] sound of a shell being shifted into the chamber literally echoed throughout the ram shackled lodge.

He spoke back to her, his voice harsh and muffled from behind the mask he wore.

"Are you infected? Is that why you want me to go ahead and shoot you? Do you have the virus? Because if so, I will grant you your wish."