ZRPG

You leave, hefting your bar over your shoulder, when you hear a voice. “Well hello, beautiful.” You turn to see several men carrying rifles and machetes, the big man in front looks and you says, “Sorry, I heard that somewhere. However, we’re gonna need that bus. And that bar, if you would be so kind.” You struggle, swinging your bar, but he deftly ducks under and strikes you face. “Fool, now you will die.” As he pulls out a .22 revolver, you say,”