Help them.

You nibble your lower lip uncertainly, not certain that you should intervene in the situation one way or another until then one of the men, a squat dark haired man, wrapped his fingers in the thin material of the blondes blouse and wrenched hard, sending delicate buttons flying in every direction and revealing her breasts; large, firm and barely hidden in a lacy white bra.

A stab of icy cold rage goes through your body when the blonde woman squeals in protest only to get a brutal backhanded blow across her lovely face in return. You look away from the window, gazing down at the pistol, darkly gleaming there in your hands, as you snap it open and begin sliding the bullets home in the chamber, one after another after another.

When you look out the window again, the tallest of the three men had locked his hands in the shoulder length hair of the red head and was now forcing her to her knees, she was flailing wildly and screaming curses, although the guy clutching her barely seemed to notice her actions. On the grass there beside him, the ugly squat man was now sitting atop the chest of the blonde woman and toying with her exposed tits, the white bra had been discarded and was lying on the ground beside her. Above them, the last of the three men, this one being a handsome devil with a thick ginger beard and a shaven head, had dropped the spiked bat he had been carrying and was now fiddling with his belt buckle.

No one is looking your way as you lean forward out the window, taking aim; half remembered bits of advice race through your head, most of them from cop shows or war movies. You settle the gun into place, take a deep breath and gently squeeze the trigger; nothing happens however.

What? the thought is a mixture of surprise and confusion Why didn’t it work? you look down at the gun in your hand, uncertain what had gone wrong. You quickly spot the problem, the safety had not been disengaged; your face flushes pink as you quickly click it off and take aim out the window again.

The tall blonde man has finally succeeded in forcing the redheaded woman to her knees, there are tears streaming down her face as she looks up at the man, he had slid his pants and boxers down to his knees and was stroking his cock with one hand. The way he is staring down at the redhead, sharp knife clutched tightly in one hand and with a contemptuous sneer on his face, left little doubt as to his expectations of her or what would happen to her if she refused.

The roar of the gun is louder than you expected and the recoil is even stronger, the bullet takes the tall man square in the chest and he staggers backwards in a spray of blood. Your second shot had been directed at the ginger bearded man but it had gone wide and hit nothing but air, the third shot however takes the man in the shoulder, the impact spinning him around and off his feet to land face down on the ground beside the blonde woman.

The third man must have either spotted you in the window or perhaps he had simply worked out where you must be from the angle of your shots. In either case, he had already climbed to his feet and was now racing towards the library, the wooden bat clutched in his hands and with a look of rage on his ugly face.

You have never shot at even a stationary target before today, let alone a moving one and it proves harder than you expect, the first two shots going wild and missing him completely while the third one does little more than cut a deep gouge across the ribs on the right side of his chest, the shot barely seems to faze him as he slams open the outer doors of the library and races across the foyer.

Thinking quickly you scoop up the metal box the gun had been concealed in and fling it at the thickset mans ugly face, he stoops and one thick arm comes up to shield his face, the box taking him in the forearm and glancing off with little damage. The box however, had been little more than a distraction, the moment you had flung the box you had snatched up the razor sharp knife you had stolen from Regina and lunged forward.

The knife takes him in low in the belly, plunging hilt deep with sickening ease; dark red blood pours from his stomach as you pull the knife out and he staggers backwards, dark brown eyes going wide with shock and pain. You can only watch as his legs slowly fail him and he falls to his knees before sagging to the floor of the library, a pool of blood slowly growing around his slumped body.

There comes the sound of running footsteps and you look up to see the two women from outside hurrying into the room, each one carrying one of the knives the dead men outside had possessed and with a look of grim determination on their faces.

They come to a halt a half dozen steps away their eyes widening as they look at you; you can only imagine what they are thinking when they see you standing over the dead man. A beautiful, buxom dark haired woman, clad only crude toga that had clearly been made by someone with damn little skill with a needle, your belly heavily swollen by pregnancy, one of your hands clutching a blood stained hunting knife and the other one holding a pistol.

“Thanks for your help” the words come from the blond, she is trying to hold her blouse shut with one hand and you feel an unexpected surge of desire flicker through you as you catch a tantalizing glimpse of her double d-cup breasts through the gaping fabric.

“Who are you?” this time it’s the redhead speaking, her voice is cooler and more suspicious than that of her companion, looking at her you can see the wariness and suspicion in her dark green eyes as well as the tenseness in the muscles of the tall, slender body, half hidden by the low cut black dress she was wearing.

You give the two of them your friendliest smile as you reply “My name is Alex, I had spent the night here and then I saw the two of you outside and the three of them were chasing you and ...” your voice trails off as you gesture vaguely towards the body a few feet away.

There is a moment of silence as the three of you gaze silently at the nearby corpse then “My name is Janet” it’s the blond that is speaking and a moment later she gestures towards the redhead “This is Alice, we were heading south with Joan and Peter when...” she stops talking mid sentence and her eyes go wide with sudden shock.

“Joan and Peter!” both women have identical expressions of worry on their faces as they blurt the names in unison, Janet’s lovely face was twisted in dismay as she turned to face you “Please Alex, we got separated from our friends when these bastards attacked us, will you help us look for them?”

Your **** must have been visible on your face as Janet’s face sagged into an expression of disappointment.

“She’s a doctor, a paediatrician in fact” Alice’s eyes were very hard as she stared at you.

You nod slowly “Okay, I will help you look for them”

After taking a few minutes to loot the three fallen bandits of anything useful (nothing more than a new shirt for Janet and the weapons they had been carrying) the three of you head out of the library building, moving across the grassy field beside it and heading deeper into the city.