Cigarette still between his fingers, he ducked his head around the corner just in time to see the little guy take a spill backwards. At the sight of his gun he ducked back around with a low whistle. “I definitely wouldn’t shoot that, not with that pack that just come through.”
He almost wanted to believe the stranger was lying, but if he took a moment to focus he could hear the faint groans in the distance, shuffling closer. Staring between him, and the alley he’d come down, he made a split decision and scrambled to his feet. Finding the nearest ladder to a fire escape and starting to climb up it at a fast past, not waiting to see what the stranger might say.
I wouldn’t got that way if I were you.
Whirling at the sound of a man’s voice, Kid tripped on his feet and fell to the ground, but not before he’d found a gun in his hand and pointed in the direction he’d heard the voice come from. “Show yourself.”
The young man simply known as ‘The Kid’ crept through the empty streets, sticking to the shadows with goggles covering his eyes and a rifle strapped to his back, his eyes never wavering from his target.