A Matter Of Survival

The sedan slowly pulled up to the curb, and the window rolled down even slower. I would have approached even slower, but I was under the gun, so I jogged over.

The shadowy figure in the back of the car held out a package, wrapped in brown paper. I took it, and the sedan immediately drove off, almost taking my arm with it.

I opened the package, and found a loaded gun, a photo, a map, and the note that said “She dies, you live.”

I followed the map, and steeled myself.

Note should have mentioned she was armed too.