“James. James, wake up. JAMES !”
“Ok ok, stop hitting me. I’m up!”
“Good. We gotta leave.”
“Alright,” I yawned. “Let’s go behind Wal Mart,” I finished sleepily.
“No, I mean we gotta leave town. Chip says so. And what Chip says-”
“Is the law, yes, I know.”
I sat up, stretched, then stood up and yawned again. “Dammit Damien, what did you do now?”
“I didn’t! I did absolutely nothing. But Chip was with Scar last night, and he said this morning that Scar wants us to leave, or else he’s gonna chop us up and-”
“-feed us to the fishes. Right. Where we gonna go? Portland?”
“No. Phoenix.”
“Arizona? Man, you’re crazy!”
“No, I’m smart, now either we leave now or we die.”
“Alright. Grr, i hate gangs. Especially the Ace of Spades. Stupid stuff.”
“Let’s just go. Please?”
I sighed, slid down the ladder, and looked around. As I looked towards Wendy’s I saw Scar and Chip look right at us as Scar pointed something shiny at us.
“Uh, Damien?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s got a gun. RUN !”
And run we did.