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Chapter 21 - [21] Between a rock and a hard place

The guys moved through the gas station, their eyes scanning the dusty, abandoned aisles and shelves. Lucas spotted a couple of red gas cans lying behind the counter, and a grin broke across his face. "Jackpot," he muttered, grabbing one and shaking it. "Still got fuel in here."

Jean quickly picked up another, relief washing over him. "Alright, this should buy us some time. Let's grab what we can and get back to the bus before someone else shows up."

Just then, a piercing scream echoed from outside, making every one of them freeze.

"Was that…?" Evan whispered, his face going pale.

"Shit!" Jean cursed, dropping the gas can and bolting out of the gas station, the others following right behind him. As they sprinted across the cracked pavement, they spotted the bus surrounded by a group of men. Five thugs in ragged clothes, each holding a gun, their faces twisted with smug, dangerous grins. The girls were already stepping off the bus, hands raised, their faces tense and fearful.

One of the thugs, a tall, wiry guy with tattoos snaking up his neck, grinned as he caught sight of the guys running toward them. "Ah, look who decided to join the party. Was wondering if you'd left your ladies all alone."

Jean came to a halt, his heart pounding, trying to assess the situation. He raised his hands slowly, motioning for the others to do the same. "Look, we don't want any trouble. We're just passing through."

Another thug, shorter but broad-shouldered with a shaved head, smirked, leveling his gun at the guys. "Passing through, huh? With a bus full of ladies? Doesn't look like you're in a position to negotiate, kid."

Brad clenched his jaw, his fists tight. "Let them go. You don't have to do this."

The tattooed guy laughed, glancing at the girls. His eyes lingered on Chloe, Brittney, and Akira, and a sick grin spread across his face. "Oh, but see, we do have to. You've got a nice setup here, and we've been looking for a few good… companions." He turned back to Jean, his expression mocking. "So why don't you make it easy and back off?"

Chloe glared at the thugs, her eyes fierce despite the fear in her face. "You touch me, and you'll regret it, you assholes."

One of the other men snickered, aiming his gun at her. "Oh, we're real scared, sweetheart. Don't worry—we'll treat you real nice."

Brittney clutched her arms, her face pale but defiant. "For real? You losers are seriously pulling this crap in the middle of the apocalypse?"

The bald thug took a step closer, sneering at her. "Well, sweetheart, desperate times, right? Now, all of you," he said, waving his gun at the group, "hands up where I can see 'em."

Jean raised his hands, trying to keep his breathing steady, his mind racing as he glanced at each of the gang members. They were heavily armed, and any wrong move could end in disaster. He shot a quick look at the others, his face tense but determined. "Do as they say. Let's not do anything stupid."

Tyler's eyes were narrowed, glaring daggers at the men. "You're real brave, aren't you? Five guns against a bus of unarmed people. You must be proud."

The tattooed guy pointed his gun at Tyler, his grin widening. "Big talk for someone about to get put down. Why don't you all just keep quiet and do as you're told?"

Ms. Heather stood with her hands raised, her face a mix of fear and calm. She took a step forward, her voice steady. "Please, just take what you need and leave us alone. We don't have much, but we're not looking for any trouble."

The gang leader's gaze flicked over her, his expression amused. "Oh, we'll take what we need, alright." He gestured to the girls, his tone dark and suggestive. "And right now, I think we need some company."

Jean clenched his fists, his mind racing for a way out. But with the guns pointed at them, any sudden move would only make things worse. He shot a look at the others, his face tight with frustration.

They were outnumbered, outgunned, and completely at the mercy of these men. As the gang members kept their guns trained on them, each one of the group could feel the weight of their helplessness settling in, the reality of their vulnerability clear in the faces of the armed strangers around them.

Q: What would you do in this situation?