We walked on. The sun was falling, my mother was probably worried sick. "Where are we going anyway?" Owen asked. "The sewers of Minnesota, hopefully we can find my friend." "How are you so sure she's even alive?!" Miranda screamed. "Because the note I got said "if you want to see her again"!" "And besides, there's no turning back now, we are 200 miles from Minnesota". The darkness came to soon. "We should set camp" I said. "Naturally" Miranda snorted. "What is with your attitude?!" I screamed at her.
Miranda: Well it's just clear we need to set up camp!
Me: So?!
Owen: Guys...
Miranda: The only reason I'm here is because your cute!!
I start blushing.
Owen: Guys, cut the crush crush shit and run!
Me and Miranda: why?
Owen: Look behind you!
We look, wolves are everywhere. Just about 12 yards away.
Miranda: Fuck setting up damn camp! Run.
We start running like all hell has broke loose in a town of crazy ass wipes. I drop my bag by accident, I pick it up and jog.
We see a diner, lots of motorcycles.
Me: does ANYONE know how to Hotwire?!
Owen: pull the red wire and snap the black wire.
I did just that and the motorcycle roared to life. We took off. With a army of wolves behind us
