Feeling Like a Trapped Hare

She walked into the convenience store looking for a snack. It was a pretty day, nothing ominous about it. There was no clerk, but she figured they would be right back. She heard a terrifying scream. The hair on her neck stood up. Something was diabolically wrong; she could feel it, being an empath. There was muffled thumping in the back room behind the window door. Should she duck down out of sight or run like hell? She felt like a trapped hare. The back doors burst open. A guy with a gun was two feet from her. Let’s go he said. She was horrified. He meant go with him? She knew if she got into the car she would never be seen alive again. She was paralyzed with fear. Her feet did not move. Walk or die, he said. She chose to die.