"Excuse me, but what do you need?" I asked, though I was pretty sure he was the one who was about to kill me.
"I'm a bit lost and I think I need help," he said and at that moment, I could smell the pungent smell of wine or some other noxious beverage that clouded my thoughts. I calmed down a little, recognising that he was just a drunken man who could barely stand on his feet.
"We're in a hurry," Leon said and we tried to leave again, but the man was unwilling to let us go.
And I began to panic again and prepare myself for the pain of a bullet possibly piercing my head. But if the body armour did catch the bullet, then I guess I was the luckiest man alive. Though I doubted it.
Oliver looked at me and nodded his head towards the road. And I walked away from them. And then I turned away and walked slowly forward.
