I wrote this, one a scale of one to ten how is it?

That's when they said it, "Join us or Die, we don't take no as an option." My cigarette had finished, I tossed it on the ground crushing it under my foot. I looked up, adjusted my stance. "I guess I'll have to choose...". The next thing I knew I was holding two smoking magnums, a pool of blood had formed, a car was on fire, and everyone else was dead. I muttered, "Death..." I dropped the guns, pulled out a cigar, moved my fedora forward, and started walking away. I stopped maybe thirty seconds later, looked back. I guess I was never meant to be a Justin bieber fan after all....