ESCAPE

Chapter 2

     " Life is not about who's real to your face,

But it's about who's real behind your back."

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CHAPTER 2--A KISS IN THE DARK

 I peered throuh the darkness at the worn down bunker a few feet away from me. Noting the rusted screws, and dents obviously from missiles. The  few little plants that were here in the district hid us from prying eyes, or a some idiot who didn't decide to follow the curfew and would be caught by the patrol.

       I let out a low whistle. Now this was artifact.

          Judging from the dents and bruises on the walls of the bunker, it went through a lot in the war. The scorch marks, clearly from missiles or fire burners, one of the many lethal weapons designed only for WW III.

          I turned my head towards the massive body builder that was scouting next to me, John, " What's the mission?"

         He grunted, and slowly peeled his eyes off the bunker which were filled with longing of investigation from which period it was from. " Boss said that today were scavenging, and to remind you that don't get into another fight like last time.

        This time I grunted. How was my fault that the guy started offending my upbringing and my gender, I only taught him a lesson. Never mess with a girl in black at night. Anyway who in his right mind would come up to a random person in the street and not even know if it was a he or she. Jeesh.

      " So how we gettin' in, it's not like the authorities haven't already locked it up with everything in it." I questioned, knowing that I would enjoy breaking the cheap iron chains an locks.

      A hearty chuckle reverberated from deep within John, " Sorry to spoil your mood Altheadia but we're not after the bunker that you were gawking at, I was talking about the factory behind it. Apparently it holds a lot of canned food that was supposed to be administrated to the people on the street but some rat isn't letting it. So boss made it our job."

     " We aren't messenger dogs for the government if they can't get the food delivered." i grumbled under my breath, but followed behind John, who had already started towards the factory.

       The last time I had dis obeyed bosses orders, I had no money and food supplies for a month to provide. It was one of the worst memories of my life, and I shivered at the thought of it. I had bake up some half-assed excuses for Ma and my older brother to what I had nothing to provide for the family. Which then lead to Liv staying out nights and at patrol for whole days, sometimes.

     A dry branch snapped between my foot, and I froze in my spot as John gave me a warning look before silently walking towards the factory. Despite his heavily built figure and size he sure was quiet and stealthy when need be.

      I nimbly ran over to John, taking notice of a hoodlum on the east wall of the factory making its way towards us. Since the only light available was of the moon and few scattered lamp-posts here and there I couldn't make out the person very much.My hands automatically reached for the dagger hidden on the pouch hanging from my waist, but a gruff, calloused hand held onto my petit wrist firmly.

      I gave Jack a look Why-the-eff-did-you-stop-me-are-you-crazy-? . Instead he  ignored me and pulled me closer to him so that I was smooched into his rock hard chest. His eyes stayed glued to the hobo making his way towards us while he lowered his head so that our faces were almost touching.