"Don't shoot," piped the beautiful women in a timid voice, "I want to tell you where we are going but I can't"
The face on the beautiful women's face was troubled yet sincere. I slowly lower the gun to my side and stare blankly into this women's eyes. I have been controlled, manipulated, and confused. I didn't know what to do next.
We stand outside of the front of her shack in complete silence realizing that we were battling the same demon. A sense of remorse takes over my body as I look down at my gun.
"So ma'am do you have a name?" I look up at her trying to find some sort of normalcy in this chaos.
"Samantha. Sam for short."
"Where are we going, Sam?"