Claire caught the keys. Still dazed. She turned and slid down the truck in shock. Finally the shooting was over and Jack was next to her somewhat with the other man. He was evil though...Why would Jack try and save him. She narrowed her eyes. She heard the other man's voice as he yelled but didn't listen to a word of it. No forget running this time. Jack was her friend. He was risking his life for her, and this man next to him wanted to hurt both of them...He was evil. Claire slowly pulled the hammer back on the revolver while she kept thinking. If the man had a chance he would hurt Chris too...This bandit...and his friends, none of them deserved to live anymore. They threatened the lives of her brother, herself, Jack, and any other innocent people in the world. Claire slowly raised the gun up leveling it right at the bandits head. He has to die. For the sake of all that is good he must die. Why should he have the right to live while innocent people probably died at his hands already? This is retribution for all of those he and his friends had killed...This was the right thing to do. And with that Claire pulled the trigger blowing the bandits brains out.

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Meanwhile Chris slowly stated to regain consciousness but everything was just so damn blurry. He could have sworn he was dead...So why did his head hurt so much? "Hey the guy is waking up I think!" It was a girls voice, young too. "Won't matter. He'll just end up dead eventually," Said an older man. Was it possible he was actually alive? He felt cold, and there was metal underneath him...was he undressed? When he tried to move some more he felt the chains that bound him. Oh yes...he was definitely alive...but is it possible that death might have been a better solution? What was going to happen to him now? Where were they going? Why? Most importantly where was Claire...?