“Don’t..Fucking…Move.” A raspy voice demands from behind you as he digs, what you assume is a gun, forcefully further against the back of your head. You follow his order, not moving a muscle. You hear his heavy breathing from behind you, he must be as anxious as you are in this moment. “Stand the fuck up.” You comply and rise up shakily, leaving your bag on the floor. “You a fucking biter? Are you one of them?!” He shouts, shoving your head forward with the gun.
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