*knock knock* I drew my handgun immediately at the noise that I hadn't heard for months now. I found myself on the ground, half awake holding Jasmine, looking at the door upside-down, my .38 Snub pointed at it. I began to move, gritting my teeth as pain surged throughout my body. I was being careful not to wake up Jasmine though, it was still early, and it had been awhile since she got decent sleep. *knock knock knock* I still kept the revolver trained on the door, moving towards the door slowly. I moved my eye up to the peephole in the door, and saw three men, two of which seemed to be in some type of uniform, a red bandana around their mouths and noses, each holding ARG-15's. They were on each side of the man in the center, who was in rather normal clothes, but they were unusually clean, and he held only an 1199 in his right leg holster. I saw him swaying side-to-side impatiently, stroking his thin dark beard. *knock kno-* I opened the door, holding the .38 Snub just behind the door, being careful not to open the door enough to where Jasmine could be seen. "Ah! Nice to meet ya!" The man in the middle said, a little louder than I'd have liked. Somewhat instinctively, I gestured for him to be quiet, I looked him up and down for a moment. "Who are you?" I asked, staring at him. He seemed to be in his late 30s, and I could already tell he was a very smiley and somewhat annoying person, but something about him seemed almost intimidating, underneath his massive smile and gleeful expressions. "The name's Kurt. Glad to meetcha, neighbor." He exclaimed. I couldn't begin to comprehend why he was so happy. I glanced nervously at the two guards beside him. Him, noticing, gestured for them to step back. "Eh don't worry about them, we didn't come here to kill ye. BUT, And this is a pretty big but, I did hear that you killed one of our guys, and I've gotta admit, that really sucks. But hey, no hard feelings!" He said, very matter-of-factually. "I get it! He probably shot first, knowing him, and so it was self-defense, no biggie. Although the big Mrs. said that it wasn't acceptable, so... here we are." I nodded slightly. "What do you want?" I asked, gripping the handgun tightly. "Now, there's where ya got it lucky!" He said with a laugh, I noticed Jasmine begin moving out of the corner of my eye, and slowly closed the door slightly more. "You see, the Mrs. said that instead of killing you, we'd just take a small... what to call it... Forgiveness Fee, for a few months, and then we'll letcha off the hook. Got me?" He said, maintaining his toothy grin. "He shot first. I'm paying nothing." I protested firmly. Both of the guards behind him almost immediately cocked their weapons and raised them. I stood still, knowing that they weren't given an order to fire... yet. "How about we start small, yeah?" Kurt began. "Three food units, whether it be a packaged or wrapped food, canned food, anything like that. A gallon of water, and twenty liters of fuel." He said, seeming to make up numbers as he said them. "We don't have any of that. No fuel, no water, and that's more food than we have. We just got here." I told him, most of which was the truth. "You have three days to get it, and for talking back, I'll need a rifle with at-least twelve bullets. And if you don't, the little one gets it." He smirked and began off, followed closely by the two guards. I felt panic rise through my chest as I closed the door. They knew about Jasmine.