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I dropped to my knees in the pizza place. I would have gotten down completely, but the floor was sticky and it felt gross enough on my knees. I also held both pizzas over my head, because I also didn’t want to put them on the sticky ground either.

I shuffled on the sticky ground to turn around and see the robber.

Robber-s. Four men. Why the fuck did it take four people to rob a pizza place?! They had large guns. I’m not a gun guy, but they seemed like some kind of automatic rifles. Kitted out too, they had attachments and everything. They had body armor on, covering themselves head to toe. If they hadn’t been grabbing purses, I probably would have assumed they were a SWAT team.

The pimply teen worker at the counter also looked confused. “Hey, uh… do you have the right place? The register has, like… 50 bucks in it.” His voice cracked about three different times in those sentences (not even from fear, I think his voice just did that).

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The guy who had told everyone to empty their pockets seemed to be the one in charge. The other three grabbed wallets and such, while he walked up the the boy at the counter. This guy was about twice the size of the other dudes. I had to imagine he spent 16 hours a day at the gym and did steroids the other 8.

“YOU. ARE. NOTHING!” He grabbed the boy by the collar, lifting him in the air. “YOU ARE A **** TO THE SYSTEM! WHY DID YOU NOT TAKE?! THE WORLD IS YOURS! BUT YOU LET THE WORLD TAKE YOU INSTEAD!”

The boy was blabbering. I think he pissed himself. I just stared up from the sticky floor, holding two pizzas over my head. The big guy smelled bad, like liquor, sweat, and cigarettes.

“YOU… ARE… A… SNAIL!!!” He screamed. Then, everyone else in the building screamed as he threw the teen boy through a window across the building. I mean, it was a blur; one moment he was holding the teen, the next the teen was on the pavement outside, presumably bleeding from the cuts the glass panes just gave him.

Oh. Okay. Shit was serious.

He set his eyes on me. Fuck.

“YOU! DO YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE OYSTER AROUND YOU?!”

I felt goosebumps. “Uh… yes?”

I couldn’t see his face through his mask, but I think he smiled. He gave me a thumbs up and walked to go help his friends with the other people’s money. Apparently, I had answered correctly.

To my left was a little old lady. She had to be deaf. Her back was to the action, and she was just eating as though nothing had happened. She was humming to herself as she ate.

Big guy got to her. “HEY, BITCH! DO YOU OWN YOURSELF?! GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!” He yelled. He was standing behind her, so she didn’t take notice.

“HEY!”

Nothing.

“HELLO!”

Nothing. She took another bite.

“ARGHHH!!!” He yelled, pointing his gun at the back of her head.

“Hey, man. She’s deaf.” Someone said.

Wait, shit. I said that. Why did I say that? This wasn’t even a moment where the truth serum made me say something, I just actually spoke up by my own volition.

He horror-movie took a slow turn to look at me. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!”

“She’s… she’s deaf. Can’t… she can’t hear you.” I responded.

“SHE… SHE LET THE… UH…” He was fumbling to find a way to fit her deafness into his weird ‘take the world’ reasoning for this.

“SHE LET THE WORLD TAKE HER EARS! SHE SHOULD HAVE FUCKED THE EAR-HOLE OF THE WORLD INSTEAD, TAKEN IT’S HEARING! AHA!” He turned his attention back to the lady.

Again, I acted without understanding why. I’m a complete and utter pussy. A pushover. A wet blanket.

Before I could figure out why, I was standing between the gun and the unaware lady. She coughed lightly, still unaware of everything happening.

“YOU ARE A FUCKING MORON!” He yelled. Welp. There I go. He pointed the gun at my chest, the barrel pressing into my chest. Dumbly, I braced myself for impact.

My life flashed before my eyes. It was shitty. Sad backstory, a lot of fapping, and then the insane half-week I’d had. What a terrible life. At least I’d die saving this old woman’s life, huh? Or would it be better if she died, since she had lived a long life. Also, wouldn’t he just kill her afterwards anyway?

I closed my eyes, asking every god of every religion to let me into whatever heaven they have. He pulled the trigger. It was an automatic rifle, and I felt each bullet blast my chest. It hurt like hell. Every single bullet felt like I was getting my chest caved in my sledgehammers.

This is bullshit, I should have died after the first shot so I didn’t have to feel them all.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” The man yelled. Maybe he’s never seen such carnage before, I had to imagine I was jelly at this point.

Huh. I heard him yell. Odd. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. The four robbers were staring at me. Despite the masks, I could see they were flabbergasted.

I looked down. I was still holding my pizzas. My shirt was in shambles, and my chest was covered in… bruises.

Bruises?

The floor was littered with the bullet’s shells.

I had just tanked about 40 bullets to the chest and I wasn’t even bleeding.

I looked at the guy. He looked at me. He pulled out a secondary pistol and shot me in the chest again.

This time it broke through. Instead of a sledgehammer, it was like rocket launcher went off in my chest. I looked down at myself and saw blood gush from my chest. Huh. That’s not good. I dropped the pizzas.

I was out. Darkness overtook my vision and I fell to the floor.