I take his hand without question and begin running. My own hands burn from the recent assault and the gravel digs in deeper.
"Where are we going?" I demanded but he didn't answer.
I try not to think badly of this man as he drags be through dark alleys away from the estate and all the commotion. We arrive at a barbed wire fence. I consider turning back but I didn't know this area and I doubt there was a less dangerous route out of here. I notice a small gap it's left corner. Someone had badly chopped up the gate previously, I assumed it was the man so I took the initiative and pried myself through the hole.
"Be careful." He advised and earned himself a glare.
I managed to get my top half through before I has startled by the sudden sound of nearby doors being kicked down. It must have been a orchestrated raid. These people were definitely not police. The police would never have the authority to torture all of those unarmed people. So what if they were squatting? People have to live somewhere.
They were following us, I realised. Well. While the man was calm, I could tell deep down he was agitated. They were looking for him. So why did he take me along? I assumed that this wouldn't lead me anywhere good. I liked chaos but I fancied being anywhere but here.
I had to get out. I yanked my leg too harshly and the metal wire scrapped across my calf. I fought against it and managed to wrangle myself free. I knew it wouldn't be long until he caught up to me so I made my way through the nearby woods. It was only a few meters before I realised I couldn't maintain a running speed. My leg ached and acted as dead weight which only slowed me down. I should've taken something. It would've eased the pain. I can hear footsteps not far away from me but I couldn't figure out where they were coming from. I manged to pull myself to thick thorny bush and plant myself the other side. I got hurt too often, I concluded as I began examining my body for injuries. There was a lot, the majority were minor and would heal themselves. My hand drifted towards my leg and they came back covered in the blood. Blood never really bothered me before but it the darkness made it look black and ominous.
I heard a twig snap and painfully concealed my leg underneath the shrubbery. I began to hear more sounds a fair distance away and dreaded whatever was coming.
"Amy, it's Sherllock." He slurred too loudly for my liking.
He never told me his name but I remembered his voice. However, it did sound different. He appeared in my sights and he made his way stumbling towards me. Great, I thought. The only person that knew I was here was out of it. In fact he was worse than that. He tripped. He pushed his hand out for balance but overdid it and landed on top of the bush next to me. He groaned in pain.
I couldn't get far enough to find a better hiding place and I'd be spotted straight away with him like that. I thought about leaving him there but that wasn't in my nature.
I manged to gain enough height by getting up on my knees and grabbed bunch of clothing in my hands and pull him to the ground next to me. He lay on his back motionless. I wasn't very strong and this took the rest of my dwindling energy. I was sweating but nowhere near as much as he was. Whatever he had taken, it didn't react well with him.
Something within him sparked and a slither of life allowed him to move his head towards me. He smiled and it was so out of place. I stared at him and he began to twitch.
"What did you take?" I questioned suspiciously in a low tone. In the background I could hear the chatter of the radio.
He keeps staring at me, taking every detail of my face in. It was unnerving and sweet at the same time but I couldn't appreciate it much. I could feel the blood seeping into my shoes. I didn't want to check on it, I didn't know how he'd react but I knew it was getting worse. I was starting to feel faint and my body started to relax.
"I'm sorry you have to watch this." He muttered sincerely.
I barely had time to see him convulse before I my head hit the floor next to him.
