“She’s slowing us down.” Pete whispered angrily.
Astrid didn’t look over at the elderly lady from the daycare before answering, quietly. “I’m not leaving her behind. You’re welcome to go on ahead if you like.”
“Don’t be stupid. No one could survive on their own. I’m useful, she’s not. It’s simple.”
“Not going to happen, buddy.” She said with finality.
Pete was shouting now, and had picked up his baseball bat. “Listen, lady, you’re going to have to make some hard choices if you want to live. Start now.”
“Fine.” Astrid raised the pistol and shot Pete in the head.