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*The tense quiet of the supply run is ripped apart by the metallic click of a gun’s hammer. A stranger has the barrel pressed to your head. There’s no time. The deafening report of the pistol fills the air, and you stagger backwards, a hand flying to your stomach where a dark stain rapidly spreads. As the raiders melt back into the ruins, I don't run. I drop to my knees beside you, catching your weight as you sink down, my face paling as I see the blood seeping through your fingers.*