Some decisions were just too hard to make.  Zachary stood in front of the man who committed the crime.  "They were just little kids!" he shouted at the man who cowered int he wake of the .357 Desert Eagle held at his forehead.  Zak was the one holding the gun.

"I-I'm sorry!"

"Sorry?!  Sorry doesn't bring them back, you son of a bitch!"

He pistol whipped the man to the ground, and then continued to point the gun at the man's face.  The bodies of the kids littered the ground, and blood make the concrete impossible to see.  All that Zak could see was red, death, and the man on the opposite end of his gun.