It had been two days since Morales and his wife and kids left the group. They knew if was the right decision. The family had decided to travel to Birmingham to find other family members. They were still on their way.
"We're nearly out" Morales said.
"Yeah, ammo is low too" his wife Miranda replies. They both look at their sleeping children in agony.
"Stupid van, can't get us out of here either" sighed Morales.
He knew what he had to do.
"I'm going out" he told his wife.
"What? Are you joking?"
"Look babe we need supplies,food and gas"
She knew he was right.
"Be careful"
"I will"
He kissed his children on the head and hugged his wife. He left with only a half full bottle of water and the remaining two bullets. He started to walk north towards Alabama in the hopes of finding supplies.
He continued to walk for about an hour before he was forced to stop. He heard a noise in the distance and some distinctive chatter. He snooped into a bush and slowly made his way up to the noise. In front of him stood another family with two teenage boys and a young girl trying to get into the service station. On the ground they had filled up two cans of gas and were now looking for food.
Both the boys and father were trying their hardest to get in through the door.
"Come on push Terry"
"I am dad" he replied.
The other boy stayed silent. Morales had to get up closer to have a good luck. Suddenly the boy who didn't speak looked and pointed straight at Morales. His dad jumped and so did Morales.
Terry grabbed a gun and pointed it straight at Morales as the mother ran off with the child.
"Move and my son puts a whole in your brain"
Morales was terrified.
"Look I have a family to-"
"Thats what they all say" his son Terry interupted.
"Look i'll leave" as Morales tried to go.
"No! Then you will come back here with your buddies and take everything we have.
" Look I do have a family" as Morales reaches into his pocket.
"Don't move" the dad said.
"Look in my pocket please my wallet is there with a picture of my family" Morales started to sob.
Terry signaled for his brother to approach Morales. He did so. In his pocket he found his wallet along with his gun. He held the gun as his father and brother looked in the wallet.
Morales could here them whispering.
"It does look like him...take away the glasses and about a stone weight."
They stopped looking and turned to the brother and nodded.
All Morales heard was the noise of the gun.
"BANG!"
