(UNDER EDITING) The Runaways of Westville

3|| Rose.

"Why do we have to do nicknames again?" Vi muttered with a tinge of anger in their voice.

"Because if we're really in a tv show, all the best tv shows have people go undercover with nicknames," Rowan harshly muttered, ushering them into a dark alleyway as a police vehicle patrolled pass.

"We have to be careful guys, if they think we're some teen terrorist operation then being seen on the streets at night in Holt, which might I remind you is known for school shootings, might not be the best way to go to prison but sure the fastest," Micheal muttered with a regretful and tired look at the two now whisper shouting at each other. 

"What are we gonna do? We are gonna get sent to prison if we go anywhere," Rowan spoke with a sigh, it was true they would get sent to prison if they were found. Rowan had always been scared of prison, who wouldn't be? It was a place where criminals and murderers got sent, who was to know who ended up there? It was a major place to be sent to. 

"Micheal I know what your thinking, we're not gonna get sent to prison, we might get sent to a juvenile detention camp or a mental hospital though," Vi laughed at the last part, despite the monumental responsibilities and possibilities ahead of the trio, their humor never seemed to disperse completely though it did turn from laughing to pitiful giggling all to often. 

"So what's our next step? We need food and new clothes yet we have no money, we could scrounge around the edge of Holt where some of the explosions shook the buildings though there still might be people, plus it doesn't seem all to smart to rob a dead persons home," Micheal looked around the trio with a skeptical look of all their collective skills, no doubt they couldn't do much to fight anyone off or resist arrest, yet alone run or hide, they were just some teens not accustomed criminals nor the terrorists they were accused to be. 

"Let's scavenge the most torn up parts of town before we even attempt to try to steal or pickpocket, if we get caught it'll be easier to explain we were scrounging for food in a torn up building then stealing food then we could actually make it out of court if we're lucky," Rowan looked specifically at Micheal, all of them had a fair share of small robberies, ranging from stealing a small plastic turtle from their biology class to shoplifting a bag of sour candies. Micheal was likely the least experienced in genuine crime ever since he stole an extra candy from the 'take one' bowl he felt guilty ever since, though he helped an old friend Christian Helm steal a garden stake from the mean old man down the street. 

All in agreement they set out for the destroyed part of town. It was quite a trip dodging down alleyways and hopping fences to avoid the police, who knew the three bullied kids would be dodging the police and blowing up entire towns later in life? 

They finally reached the torn up side of town at around sunrise, not a good time to be caught, they had to be quick. The trio rushed into an old house with all its windows broken barely standing, they all scattered around to look for anything valuable or edible. Micheal took the upstairs, he was the one who could stand the most damage, he opened drawers in a frenzy searching for anything that could be of use.  He had to be useful to his now partners in crime, though it almost felt wrong to be even stepping foot in this house. 

"Who are you?" a voice called from behind him and he hesitated before grabbing the lamp from off the end table he was searching and swinging it around in a frenzy. 

"W-who's there?" He silently cursed himself for letting his fear leak into his voice though he kept up the tough exterior. He searched around with his eyes for anything that moved, pointing the lamp threateningly. 

"Calm down kid, clearly you don't know your way around, m'names Rose, Rose Blackhearts, me and my boys run an underground bar down the road," A tall woman apparently known as Rose, stepped out from a closet Micheal didn't even know was there. He looked at her confused, she looked young to be running a bar.