Fighting Chuck

“Goodbye, now answer my questions, who are you?” The voice behind me asked while nudging the gun against my head threateningly.

“Who’s asking?” I responded with an equally cold voice.

“Oh seems like you’ve got balls, come here” The voice scowled as I felt a strong hand grab me and shove me against a wall, this brought me face to face with my assailant, it was a man with red hair, he had a cold expression on his face as he pressed the gun against my face with his other hand on my neck which he also pressed against the wall, I could feel the strength behind his grip, I glanced to the side and saw a woman with green hair and a weak looking man standing next to them holding a shotgun, the weak looking man and the woman quickly boarded up the entrance to prevent the dogs from discovering our presence.

“Get your hands off me” I said coldly while staring at the man straight in the eye.

“Or what?” The man asked with a mocking smirk.

“Shit..” I suddenly glanced behind the man, my eyes opening