her gun was drawn and ready to aim at the other and defend herself if need be, people these days were dangerous — sometimes even more than what was suppose to be their only enemy; the dead. maggie’s body tensed up as he came into view, her gun pointed directly at his head. she didn’t want to fire if there was no reason to, but she was ready just in case…
’ how do i know that ?
and why does it matter ? ‘
she snapped in reply.
[ he stops. james flips the hem of his t-shirt up, exposing the butt of his gun. the knife is displayed clearly at his side, safe in its sheath. he holds his hands up in surrender, at his ears. taking a single step forward, his brows furrow and he coughs briefly against the dust in his throat before speaking. ]
“ because i know you could
hurt me right back. and
i’m too damn tired to fight. ”