Humans Of Tommorow

|Chapter 1|

               "Run!" I screamed. My limbs burned as sweat began to trickle down my spine. My feet banged against the concrete ground, splashing in some puddles, as I took off sprinting towards Andrew house. He sprinted alongside of me while the screeching, LO sirens, boomed after us.

              "C'mon bro, push it!" Andrew yelled to me while holding my speed. We maneuvered around the swarming crowds of people, trying our best not to ram anyone over. There were four watermelon stands directly in front of us and plenty naive people shopping. Like they don't hear these loud sirens! "Move!" I screamed.

             The people in front of us started to disperse. Mothers yanked their children's collar, pulling them in tight to try and avoid us.

            "Race to the house!" Andrew laughed to me. If we weren't so close to being thrown in Pythanon Prison, maybe I would've accepted the challenge. But, considering these LO, or Law Oppressors, are extremely faster and are wielding guns... I am solely focused on escaping them.

           I ran to the right side of the watermelon's and Andrew split and ran to the left. My finger gripped the can, of what I'm assuming is soup, more firmly. This stupid can is the whole reason we're running for our lives right now. And if I drop it now, that means I would've exhausted myself for no reason. Note to self: Don't ever believe Andrew when he says he got money to actually buy food.

        Adrenaline pulsed through my veins, as I continued darting pass the marketplace. Any moment now, I felt like my body was going to shut down and slam against the cobblestone ground.

        No, can't get caught. I pressed the canned soup against my abdomen, tightly, while making a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway. Small prickly rose vines coated the interior walls, and entangled around my shirt. "Get. Off," I grunted while pulling through the veins tightly. It tore the hem of my shirt and left very unpleasant thorns in my sides.

        The smell of mold infiltrated my nose and from the corner of my eye I seen Andrew go another way. Good. It would be harder trying to catch the both of us separately. The autumn breeze encircled around me, making my sweat drenched shirt even more icy against my skin.

        I clutched hold to my soup and chest while sprinting another few meters or so, then came to an abrupt stop. I couldn't go any longer without taking a break. My eyes quickly darted behind me to make sure no one caught up to me yet. To my satisfaction, the alleyway was empty.

        I slumped my back against a bare space against the wall then leaned forward on my knees. Hard, heavy breaths came in and out as sweat from my forehead splotched to the ground. Taking more lungfuls of air I turned my head and watched small families laugh in the comfort of their back yard.

        If I continued down the alley, I would run straight into someone's backyard and to another marketplace. If I turned around... I would be caught. I groaned. "I am going to kill him," I whispered to myself; completely out of breath. I pulled the canned soup from under my drenched shirt then sighed. Spinach. He had me risk my life. For spinach. Oh he is dead.

        Once I decided I was rested enough, my legs reluctantly took of in a slow jog out of the alley towards the backyard of someone's lush strawberry patches.

       I carefully walked around the strawberry plants, ensuring I didn't step on any and darted out of their yard towards the clustered market.

       Luckily, didn't hear the loud sirens anymore, so I'm sure I lost them. As I slowed into a walk, merchants loudly chanted their discounts on their merchandise in my ear. "Hey you there! Care to buy a handcrafted bowl?" some balding, middle aged man asked. I looked at him for a moment and grunted "No." He shrugged, then continued back shouting, obviously not caring how pathetic he looked. Standing on his counter yelling about handcrafted bowls. Who would spend their hard earned money on hand crafted bowls. Seriously who even buy that?