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They walked through the forest for several minutes as the sky grew darker. Harry's body was giving out and he felt every ounce of energy draw out of him. His legs were unable to carry his weight and he was out of breath. Ellen noticed his tardiness, but she held on to him, supporting him even though she herself was in pain. They then stilled when they heard the sound of a car honking at a distance.
"We're close," Ellen mumbled, pulling at Harry, encouraging him to move forward. "Don't give up just yet."
Through the mass of trees, they could then see a wired fence, about four feet tall. Ellen let go of Harry and jogged towards the fence, her duffel bag swinging beside her. She carefully inspected her surrounding and turned back around. "Harry! Come on," she called out, waving her hand above her. "It's a suburb. We're in the outskirts of the city."
"O . . . okay," he croaked as he limped towards her. He gulped when he saw her effortlessly climb over the fence. It wasn't that big of an obstacle, but with his current state, he wasn't even sure whether he'd be able to take another step. With all the remaining strength within him, he pushed himself up and went over the fence, nearly stumbling as his feet landed back on the ground.
Ellen patted him on the shoulder. "You did it Styles," she said. "Now, come on, we still gotta lose the Cypher. You're sure you can carry on?"
He nodded, taking in deep breaths. He looked up and found himself on the side of a wide and empty street. Lamps were lit along the side of the street, houses lined up in a proper manner, the atmosphere reminding him of where he grew up. He then looked back at Ellen. "What next?"
She looked around, thinking of something. Then she turned to Harry. "We just need to find a way to get as far away from here as possible."
"And how are we going to do that?"
"Follow me."
Ellen managed to steal another car. They found a lone blue Astra parked at the corner of a street, completely hidden from view of anyone else. No one saw them, luckily. Ellen seemed like she had done this quite a lot. Even the car alarm did not go off. This took Harry by surprise, but he chose not to say anything. She seemed to know more than she was letting him on, and he felt that he should let her do whatever she planned to. Ellen was his only way of making out alive.
As they sat in the car, heading away from the city, Harry stared out the window at the alleys that swiftly passed by. There were soft toys on the back seat of the car - the owner may have had just bought them. A rather odd combination with Ellen's duffel bag, which had the point of her gleaming gun poking out from a small opening.
Harry tightly grasped a toy tiger in his hands, clasping it tighter every time he saw any movement in the side-view mirror. Ellen had one hand on the wheel, the other pressed against her forehead, cleaning her deep wound with tissues kept on the dashboard. Harry was bleeding too - his thigh, his inner cheek and a deep gash on his upper left arm - but he was too distraught to care.
