11.6

395 11 0
                                    

K.SJ

He stared into the muzzle of the gun pointed at him. He stared into the dark hole that any second could have a bullet flying out of it. Into his skull.

He averted his gaze from the gun, instead stared at the man in front of him.

No, he would not look to his right. Not let his eyes dart even the slightest. He would not give his friend away.

So he stayed still and accepted his fate, regardless of what it might be.

FreaksWhere stories live. Discover now