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You take the gun and aim at Mike, who closes his eyes and smiles. You pause for a moment, then pull the trigger and watch the man's head jerk back from the blast. He slumps backward over the desk. His legs kick out and then fall still. The rag falls away from his neck, and you see the large bite marks across his neck forming into a large patch of green skin.

You search the room and find two meatball sandwiches in a lunch bag along with four bottles of water. A knapsack is tucked under the desk, so you take all of the items and shove them in the bag. A multi-tool lies under an old brown coat, and you throw it in the bag as well.

You sling the knapsack over your shoulder, pick up the bottle of whiskey and tuck Mike's gun in your belt.

Past the desk is an exit—a short hallway leading to the stairwell. You walk down to the ground floor landing.

Though you took Mike's life, you know it was the humane act.