Never Trust a Survivor

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"Start talking!" My neck burned from shouting. His face twisted, I wasn't sure if it was from my demand or that he was dangling from a cliff and desperate.

"Please! Help me! Please!" Fear ran through his voice.

I reached down and grabbed his arm. Scar and Mufasa's final face off played on my mind. I could have let him drop, he deserved to drop, but not today. I pulled him clear.

He rolled onto the cliff edge and breathed deep. "Thank you, thank you!"

I shoved my gun in his face. "Start talking!" I couldn't afford to waste time.

He rolled onto his back and raised his hands, as you do when a gun is pointed at your head. The scene looked normal, then a smile brushed his lips.

It was an ugly smile but it shouldn't have been here, not at this moment. "I swear I'll shoot!" Fear found a new host in me.

"Rule number one kid, never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive." His smile graduated into a cackle.

I took the safety off my gun to re-affirm my position, partly to him, mainly for me.

"I killed them all! Everyone of them! Do you trust me now?" The cackles would have made The Joker envious.

All of them? My face asked the question but the words never made it to my mouth.

"Do you want to know whose neck I cut first?"

The word 'neck' brought back memories that I'd tried to bury. I emptied the gun. It wasn't the first time I'd shot one, but it was the first time I'd hit a human target. The bullets piercing his flesh sounded like stones dropping into water. He convulsed and writhed as he dropped.

I'd never killed anyone before, the event washed over me and I felt cold.

Laboured laughed frothed from his mouth. "You're not a bad shot kid." He sat upright, "Death isn't on my schedule today." He stood and brushed himself off. The bullet's dislodged themselves and fell to the ground. "Yeah, your friends gave me that look too. It's kind of a cross between 'what the hell?' and 'lord forgive me for my sins."

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