His eyes popped with fright, his pupils dilating into slits. Fear gripped him tight like an iron clamp, not releasing it's hold. His chest was tight, making it hard to breathe.
"Wh—What are you doing?" he stammered, hands trembling by his side.
"You're becoming a nuisance. Watch your mouth, or I wouldn't hesitate to slit your throat and throw your corpse into the zombies. Got it?"
When she heard no reply, she stared at him. "What? You don't hear me?"
"I did!" The answer forcefully came out of his throat.
"Good." With that, Sienna removed the blade against his neck and went to grab her tripod and phone, putting them inside her backpack. "Let's leave."
That was all.
