Our Expiration Date

Chapter Nine

Esme: You sure? I mean you took quite a beating. 

Oliver: Yes, look. We just have to get our friends back. 

Math: He's right. 

Esme: Yeah and now we know where to go. Mitchell had others helping him.

George: Others?

Esme: I didn't see their faces but there were two people with him.

Abi: Well that's just great. 

Oliver: Mitchell's bow could seriously hurt someone. 

Esme: Really, we need real weapons.

Math: Where would we find them?

Abi: A police station?

George: There might be one close by.

Abi: Wait a minuet, could actually use real guns? I mean they're real.

Esme: Well, I mean I guess we kinda have too. 

Math: Does anyone know how to shoot one?

Oliver: Yeah, during the summer I was taken to a shooting range.

George: Really?

Oliver: I could show you guys. 

Esme: We have to find a police station first. 

Abi: Alright.

Oliver: Just grab what you can and put them in your backpacks. 

Oliver stands up and puts his backpack under his Shield. The others put different supplies in their bags, before leaving. Whilst Kate and Favour are still in cages.

Kate: If they haven't come up with some master plan, I'm going to lose it.

Favour: They might have forgotten us.

Kate: I doubt it. 

Favour: I wonder if Oliver is okay. 

Kate: I'm sure he is. He must have really had his ass kicked if it's as bad as what Mitchell said.

Favour: I don't know. I wouldn't believe anything that comes's out of his mouth.

Kate: Fair enough.

Favour: We can't give up Kate. As much as this is shit. We have to keep going.

Kate: Where on earth did that come from?

Favour: I don't know.

Kate: You're right though. 

Favour: I'm so hungry right now. 

Kate: I just one glass of water.

Mitchell walks in with two bottles of water. 

Mitchell: I might want to kill you guys, but I'm not letting you dehydrate.

Mitchell throws the bottles at the two, they take the lids off and drink as much as they can.

Mitchell: No thanks?

Favour: Why should we thank you?

Kate: You're literally holding us against our will.

Favour: Can I ask you something? Since we're going to die?