Trees trees tress
As far I as I could see. Well this sucks but I already knew what to expect. The assholes at the house would blind me every time I went out for the jobs but hello assholes just because I can't see you don't mean I can't hear. I swear those dicks are short a few balls.
My ribs were killing me they must be busted up. The hurt with every lungful of breath I took. I was running as fast as I could but not fast enough. Once they got the power on and the gates unjammed they would be on me like white on rice. I stayed as far away from the road as possible keeping to the woods. They couldn't catch me if they couldn't see me.
My luck was running out
I was hoping for some cars at least but there was not even one. I would just have to keep running I would not give up.
Ok so I wanted give up. But can you blame a girl. I've been running for a good thirty minutes with busted ribs and a twisted ankle. I was starting to lose hope. No car meant no ride. No ride means no speed. When you're being hunted speed is everything.
Pain starting coming at me in waves as adrenaline wore off. I was slowing down when I smelled it. It's a very distinct smell that once you first smell it you rarely ever forget. I veered further into the thick brush following my nose. A good fifteen minutes passed when I finally reached it. The brush gave way to a clearing and a house stood tall and proud. Okay so it wasn't actually a house more of a shack and it was definitely leaning to the right. The smell was more potent hear and I took shallow breaths. I would need a clear head. I walked around the back careful not to make a sound and checked to make sure my theory was correct.
Weed
Lots and lots a weed. Someone was growing a dam jungle back here. I crept back to the side and peeked through a window which looked more like a ragged hole. A man was lying on stomach with a bong snuggled into his side. Idiot. He was going to be my lifesaver but he was an idiot nonetheless. I shook my head. Drugs are bad for you kids sheesh.
This idiot has to have some form of transportation around here how the hell else would he get here. The shack off to the side was kind of small but hell id settle for a pair of rollerblades. I quickly walked over and swung the door open with a creak. Dope head probably wouldn't even stir.
Hell yeah
My spirits instantly lifted. Staring straight at me was a beautiful 1999 light blue Volkswagen…the new love of my life. This baby was about to make my day.
I quickly checked the door and it was unlocked which I was thankful for I really didn't feel like busting through the window.
Hotwiring a car was simple once u learned. The red head bitch aka Victoria taught me. The only thing she was good for. The beast as I decided to name him roared to life and I didn't care if the dope head woke up I was outta there.
The down side to driving the beast was I would now be on the road and more vulnerable. Covering ground faster was worth it though.
I was closer to getting home and that's all that mattered.