Chips. Cans. Crackers. Lighters. Aha, batteries, mike thought as he found the 8 pack of batteries he needed. he was just about to grab 4 packs when he heard someone yell near the counter. "alright melvald, you know the drill, put the money in the bag and if you cooperate i might leave you some cash to get by on!" said some stranger in a bandana pointing a gun at melvald. mike grabbed a can of green beans and walked towards the man as quietly as he could. "Keep handing over that money melvald and ill leave you a little!"said the man. mike was within arms reach when his shoe made a squeaking sound and the man turned around. thinking back to this day mike realized he would have died had his reflexes not made him smack the man with the can he had forgotten he was holding. he heard a loud bang ad felt an intense pressure in his lower abdomen and he stumbled backwards into a pyramid of cans and only after he had hit the ground did he feel the pain. It was a burning pain that starte off like someone was holding a match to hi stomach but soon expanded to a pain so bad he almost blacked out. He saw the man who he had hit walk toward him with his gun pointed at him. he closed his eyes and heard another loud bang ,but, it didnt feel like hee was dead. He opened his eeyes as much as he could and saw melvald running toward him yelling something but he couldn't make out what he was saying before he blacked out.