The vehicle, a truck, came closer. It appeared to be going about eighty kilometers per hour. As the truck arrived at us, two women stepped out, but they were not with Runswick as I thought. They were with the military. Hanging my head, I realized that I was caught. They shoved me to my knees, and as I felt the cool gun barrel press against the back of my neck, I heard two gunshots. Shocked, I realized that Taylor had killed the two women.
She dropped the gun, and dropped to her knees weeping. "I've never ... killed a normal person before..." she said, in between sobs. "It was me or them." I said. "But I murdered them ... What if they had families?" She said. "The military doesn't employ women who have family." I said. "But they could have been good people." She sobbed. "Good people wouldn't kill a fifteen year old without flinching." I said, taking their guns, and getting in their truck. Taylor wanted to continue to Runswick, but with the military so close, we decided to leave. With what she had just done, Taylor and I were both fugitives
Taylor sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, as we passed the ruins of a large building. "What about that tank?" Taylor said. "What about it?" I asked. "If we had it, we could do anything - go anywhere we wanted." She told me. "Yeah. If only tanks were that common." I said. We both thought about going back to where we had seen the tank before. The same thought crossed both of our minds, of stealing the tank. And at this point, the line between right and wrong, became muddled.
"We have had to do things we are not proud of already" Taylor said. ''I don't wanna add to the list." She said. She seemed sure, but something told me that her list was just getting started. She continued to look out the window, and I kept driving. Suddenly, there was a beeping, and a small warning light started flashing. We were running low on gasoline. "We won't be able to stay in the truck much longer." I said. Just then, the car slipped off the edge of a sand dune, tumbling down.
The car flipped five to seven times, and my head smashed into the roof. I apparently lost consciousness, because I woke up next to an old man who was cleaning my wounds. I reached for my gun, only to realize that they had taken everything that I had, and set it aside. I heard chatter outside. Where were we? Had we been taken to Runswick? Were we in a quadrant? These thoughts swarmed my mind. Soon they would be answered, and my fears would be realized.
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Don't Send Help (Darker than Night 2)
Aventure*********Spoilers for the first book ahead********** -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- After the events that unfolded at the cabin, Taylor ventured off alone. When a mysterious man named Marcu...
