As the revolver’s barrel slowly moved between the two men, her eyes flickered to the door of the shelter. With two steps, she could be back to safety, back to where no-one could threaten her, back to her family and their love and their community and their hope. But she knew that those two steps would also be steps towards the death of all that. She needed to go in the other direction, out into the badlands, through these two hateful mutated brigands. Out where she could find the annual Great Planes Trade-off that Old Moloch had told her of, where she could find the replacement C2355 Microprocessor that she needed for the Climate Control computer, where she would have to watch people kill each other for the scraps they had in a world that died a little more every day. Her eyes flickered again.
And she cocked the gun. And smiled.
