ZANDER

The first place we looked was the arcade. Despite the police not cornering it off after what happened earlier, no one seemed to have been there. The place was cold from the weather and I began to feel sick.

"You alright Zan?"

"Yeah fine. I just don't have a great feeling about this place anymore."

"I know what you mean." Josh's expression mimicked mine.

Josh looked around and came across a gun hidden behind a stack of old books.

"It must have been from the last person who was here."

I didn't own a gun so it couldn't have been here before yesterday.

"Let's see if it's real shall we?"

"Don't be an idiot. If the police find that with your prints you'll go to prison."

"They won't find it, no one even knows about this place."

He wasn't wrong.

Josh smirked before picking the gun up and looking closely at it. Starting to mess around with it, I told him again to put it down.

"Just shut up okay, Zan!"

"You could hurt yourself."

"I'm not five, you can't tell me what I can and can't do. Besides, I know how to use these things, they're a piece of ca-"

Before he could finish his sentence he had accidentally triggered the bullets and sent one straight into the wooden wall of the arcade.

"You absolute retard! Could could have killed us you idiot!"

Josh stood there shocked and a little unsteady.

"Come on, let's go before anyone who heard that gets here."

"Okay."

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