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Patrick's face changed from pleading to disappointment as he heard Rose's response.
"Patrick... we need the food... he wouldn't just hand it over..."
He used to think that she was stronger. In a way, he almost looked up to her. It seemed she had been surviving without adult help when she had joined the group. She took the blame for the supplies, too. Yet there he was, trying convince the two to take the harder path and risk starvation. He knew that he couldn't argue with them and slumped against the shelves and stared off. Jamie smiled at Rose.
"Glad someone knows what's up."
Jamie listened and nodded at Rose's plan. As soon as she had finished speaking, the footsteps had stopped. Right in front of the convenience store, too from the sound of it. The man had heard something. There was no going back.
"Guess that's the plan," Jamie almost inaudibly whispered to Rose. "You go meet him in the front and I'll sneak up on him from behind through the back."
Patrick said nothing as the two left and stayed slumped behind the shelf. After a while, he took a quick peek out the shop window. The man was large and intimidating. He also looked very prepared. He wore a thick black winter coat with the hood pulled up and had a large backpack that was sure to have essentials. He seemed to be listening pretty intensely to whatever Rose was saying. Patrick only took a millisecond look before ducking his head back behind the shelf. That guy looked like he could fuck them all up. Patrick wondered how it could have come to this. He hardly ever felt taken seriously with Zach and Kira, but maybe it was for a good reason. Maybe he was just useless.
"Agh!" Patrick heard an unfamiliar voice yell. He got out from his hiding place expecting to see the man on the ground dead or dying, but instead saw something very different. Rose was lying in the snow and in front of her, the man was on top of Jamie, beating the hell out of him. Pretty soon he would beat the idiot to death. Embedded in the man's shoulder blade was a knife. Patrick frantically fumbled for his revolver and took a few seconds to aim.

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The bullet ripped through the glass and hit the poor man in the chest. He fell off of the attempted murderer, gasping for breath, as the real one approached him. Patrick locked eyes with his victim as he lay in the bloody snow, his life draining away. As the man died, it was hard to tell who was more pale and terrified: the man who had just been shot in the chest or Patrick. He continued to fearfully watch as the man shuddered and stopped breathing. Jamie staggered to his feet and saw him standing over the corpse. Saying nothing, he stepped past his petrified brother and began stripping the man of his winter clothes. They had almost forgotten the girl who had been caught upon Jamie's failed attack and knocked to the ground. Patrick shambled over to Rose. He remained pale, but his expression was blank.
"You ok?" It was a question, but without any emotion in his voice, it sounded like a statement.