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Nudge starred at the ground the whole way, not uttering one word. I was glad that her motor-mouth wasn't functioning, but it made the silence long and uncomfortable. I tried to strike up conversation a few times, but she would respond with one word answers or a clipped sentence. I gave up after a while and kept silent, feelings my fingers twitch nervously inside of my jeans pocket when they touched my shotgun.
We were halfway there when I spotted someone on the other side of the street that seemed to be following us. He wore a broad-brim hat and a scarf over his mouth that covered up his face. He was dressed in a long coat and his boots clicked every time they came in contact with the ground. His hands were gloved and curled into fists, but something flashed in them that looked suspiciously like a dart.
I cussed under my breath and took Nudge by the arm, guiding her down an alleyway that we were just passing. She protested but I shot her a look and she obediently followed with a scowl on her face. The man casually crossed the street and quickened his pace until he was jogging. Nudge followed my line of sight and her eyes widened then narrowed at me.
"I thought you weren't going to kill me!" She growled.
"I'm not, but he is. You need to run, now." I replied, keeping my eyes trained on the man.
Nudge shook her head stubbornly. "No. I can fight too. I've been trained to do that ever since I was little. Now give me your shotgun."
I glanced at her in surprise. "What?"
Something moved out of the corner of my eye. The dart. I stepped in front of Nudge and it buried itself into my neck. Blackness clouded my vision almost immediately and I felt myself hit the pavement painfully, unable to move or maintain consciousness. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Nudge charging toward the man, her eyes aflame with passionate hate.
She screamed one word, her voice high and shrill. Jeb.