The jolly atmosphere of taking down a herd by ourselves and Oscar losing his shit earlier immediately died down. My workers and Russel gave wary gazes and even if they knew I would always mess around with them, they knew that this time, I was fucking serious.
"You all keep saying you're doing good and we should've gone outside much, much earlier but answer me a few questions. What would you do if this ever happens to you? Would you even fight back? Just keep standing still? Or you know, kill? I know you could throw a punch but what would you do if a gun is already pointed at you?"
They were all solemnly looking at me but I suddenly pulled the trigger.
