Lynn didn't know what he noticed first: all of the disgusting trash juice that had just gotten all over the front of his pants, the sudden weight that now had him shoved uncomfortably against the disgusting dumpster, or the pressure of cold metal against the now racing pulse in his neck. The startled sound he emitted was involuntary, but as soon as he had a handle over himself he kept his mouth clamped shut as he was told. His breaths came out heavy now, and all he could do was give a shaky nod when the gravelly voice gave his instructions to him. The feeling of the barrel of the gun pressing harder into his neck was enough to squash any lingering ideas that Lynn had about struggling in such a unfortunate position.<br/><br/>"With the day... the<span style="font-style: italic">week</span>I've had, I almost wish you'd actually fucking shoot me rather than leave me with no cash," Lynn mumbled through clenched teeth as he felt the man's hand pat down first the pockets of his pants, and then the pockets of his apron. As much as he was hoping that the man would be satisfied with the honestly pitifully sparse wallet, the stranger's diligent search continued until he found the folded stack of tips from that evening's service. Between the two, Lynn figured there might be almost $30, not including the few remaining dollars left over from his last paycheck on his debit card. The thought of losing what little cash he had hit him hard in that moment, suddenly worrying about feeding himself for the next week instead of staying alive for the next five minutes. Lynn's panic peaked again, and he began struggling in vain against the man behind him.<br/><br/>"Please, man," Lynn began to beg, his body going still only when he was reminded of the threat of a bullet in his neck. He forced himself to take a deep breath, and he steadied his voice before he chose to speak again. "Leave me something to eat with at least. If you don't want to kill me, then at least leave me something to live with!"<br/><br/>Lynn waited a moment for a response while the man's movements continued, but he instead heard unexpected movement to the right of them. It made him jump almost out of his skin, and he could feel more dread and anticipation weighing heavily in his stomach. He didn't know if he would be met with a stranger that he hoped would be willing to help him, or if he would turn his head to find an accomplice to the robbery. The moment his head turned in search of the source of the noise, who or whatever it was had just escaped his field of vision, and Lynn could only catch the blur of a dark shape as it moved.