That night I heard voices coming from around the corner of my room. Ever since I saw that stupid black van I couldn't help but be nervous about it. I knew that there were people in it and I knew that something was not right as soon as I glanced at it. Was it the FBI? Some form of government here to take me away? Someone realized that I was actually a fugitive of the law? I doubted that it was another person to come and save me. I strained to hear the chatter but it was too low for me to make out any words. There were footsteps that came over to the conversation and another voice was added. The voice grew angrier.
"You don't understand," one said, "that man is dangerous and must be taken care of."
"He is completely harmless," one reassured, "now please leave you're making a scene."
The argument died down and the nurse came into my room and closed the door. I wanted to ask what that was all about but I remained silent as she gave me some medication.
The next morning I was released. My shoulder was wrapped tightly in gauze and I learned that surprisingly no bones were broken therefore no need for a cast but it was definitely a major flesh wound. I was given two types of painkillers and the bag that I was found with. I peaked inside to see all the clothes that the girl had given me were still in there in addition more gauze and tape. I signed my release forms and then was prepared to head out the door when I saw the black van parked in front of the entrance. The nurse sighed and cursed in her language. She went over to the men to tell them to go away when one calmly took out a silenced P2P and shot her. Immediately people screamed and backed away from the armed men as far as possible. Security ran towards them pulling out their guns but before they would do so the other guy shoot all three with perfect accuracy. Blood sprayed from the closest one onto me and I found myself remembering Brett. Hey idiot there coming after us.I looked to see both coming directly towards me and I started to run in the opposite direction. As I ran I looked behind me to see both men still close behind. I grabbed a cart and threw it to the ground hoping that it would stop them. One slipped on the spilled vaccines while the other continued after me. I made a sharp turn almost falling as I did and continued to run as fast as I could. Pain started to return to my shoulder from all the movement and it started to bring tears to my eyes because of it. I looked back to see the guy still behind me and I looked forward to see the fire exit. Do it. I slammed down the bar and pushed it open. Sirens immediately wailed as soon as the door was open but I ignored them and kept running. I turned to see the guy who had come after me stop just outside the exit and watch me run. I turned back and continued in the direction I was going.
I stopped running as soon as I was satisfied that I wasn't being followed anymore – for the record it was a while. I constantly looked over my shoulder, my conscious pestered me non-stop and my shoulder literally throbbed with pain. I finally found a secluded area where I could rest for a while and I took that opportunity. I went through my bag to find the painkillers, took a few and then leaned up against the wall while the pills went to work. My brain stopped nagging me, my shoulder turned numb after a while and I was just totally relaxed. My eyelids started to droop and my brain felt like it was going to shut down any moment. God I was tired. I looked around to see that no one was around. I took out a sweater rolled it up into a ball and used it was a pillow. It didn't take me long before I was asleep.
I woke to the sun setting in the east and I wondered what time it was. I rubbed the grit from my eyes and then struggled to my feet. The painkiller's effect had worn off so my shoulder was sore but not as bad as before. My conscious was silent which I took as a good thing and I felt completely awake. My stomach growled at me reminding me of my hunger and I slowly walked out of my hiding place in search of food.
I didn't have a lot of money but enough to get something quick. I found a small local restaurant and went inside I ordered, paid and sat down ready to eat when something grabbed my attention. There was a black Hummer parked outside the restaurant and seemingly parked purposely to face me. Nate was right, you are paranoid. I groaned. I'm back! I tried to think of something else rather than the Hummer but just seeing it made me question. Eat your food you'll feel better.I ate a few bites before giving into my paranoia, I wrapped up the left overs, stuffed it in my bag and the left immediately.
I walked to the corner and waited. I turned around to see the Hummer coming around the corner too. Well I'll be damned. I turned into an alley and walked calmly to the other street, I turned back to see a single person getting out of the vehicle and in his hand was a gun. I really doubt that it is a tranquilizer.I started to run. I jumped over the fence and landed hard on the ground but ignored the pain and continued to run. As I was ready to go out onto the street another Hummer blocked my exit and drove right at me. I jumped out of the way and tried to escape but I couldn't find any the Hummer was blocking my only way out.
The man jumped over the fence with ease and leveled his gun on me. I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights. My mind raced to find a solution but none came to mind. Another man got out of the other Hummer and came up to me so I did the only thing possible. As he came closer I got ready and waited until he was mere inches from me. I quickly lifted my leg and delivered a kick to his chin. The man collapsed to the ground howling in pain and clutching his chin, I kicked him again in the ribs and was ready to hit him again when something slammed into my already injured shoulder. I let out a cry in pain before turning to the guy with the gun. I looked down to see it was nothing more than a rubber bullet but it still hurt like hell especially on my wounded shoulder. The man who I had kicked repeatedly tried to get up but I attacked him again, this time he was ready and grabbed my ankle and pulled me down. My bag helped break my fall and I took it off and whacked it at the man. The guy who was further away rushed up to me and stomped on my hand then kicked me in the chest. It felt like the wind was knocked out of my chest and I gasped for air but couldn't seem to get any. I tried to get up but realized that the guy was still standing on my hand. I forced my body to get up and then did something drastic. I opened my mouth and sunk my teeth into the man's front calf. He unleashed a howl of anger, pain and hurt as he immediately jumped off my hand and crashed into his partner. The other one tried to shoot at me but I was already up and running. I turned back to see that the man standing stared at me for a few moments before helping his partner, but his hesitation didn't stop me; I kept running.
As night moved forward I found a dark secluded place where I could lie down. It was a small homemade shelter out of a few pieces of board that stood up on its own. I knew that I couldn't be picky so once making sure that no one was occupying the shelter or anything suspicious about it I crawled in and set my bag down. The metallic taste of the man's blood still filled my mouth no matter how many times I spat. I took out a bottle of water and rinsed my mouth but the blood still lingered. I leaned against the wall the shelter was built around and closed my eyes.
