Day 90, Part 2

The other two bandits jumped to the side as Alfonso grabbed Jenny and helped her back into our shelter. Kyle, the idiot that he is, just froze. He stood there like a deer in headlights as the two surviving looters shouted obscenities and accused us of luring them into a trap.

I wish it had been our trap, but we had no idea who the shooter was. All I knew was that another sniper shot blew through one of the shelves where another looter was hidden.

In a moment of heroics, I leapt forward and grabbed Kyle, dragging him to the ground as another shot pierced through a bag of toilet paper, sending papery shards scattered around like confetti. I heard a looter call out in pain as another shot blasted into his chest, killing him.

The surviving looter, the shotgun wielder, blasted a round out the broken window where the shots were coming from. But, popping out of his hiding place revealed him to the shooter, who promptly planted a bullet in his chest, sending him flying backwards like a rag doll.

I stood up, hoping that the shooter was not out for my blood as well. I stepped forward and grabbed the fallen shotgun (I left Ophelia on my bedroll on the other side of the store). I held it up, what I hoped would be a sign of surrender to our savior.