Running With The Gang Leader

One

1 month after

"I swear to god, if you touch that radio one more time, I'm running us off the road." Zamon growled, slapping my hand away as I went to switch stations.

I groaned and slumped into my seat, staring out the window. Its been a whole entire month, and still no contact. Once again the thought of handing myself in appealed to me, but then I remembered I'd never see Hunter again, or Holland and Keenan, or Orion and Jack. And once again I didn't know if they were alive or not. And once again I had know clue as to where we were. Somewhere in Massachusetts apparently.

My eyes focused on the side mirror, looking at the road behind me. It was raining, disrupting my vision, but I swear that was the car I saw behind us yesterday. I tried to subtlety lean towards the mirror, but all I could see of the driver was a bold head and dark sunglasses. Benji flashed through my mind, but he was dead, so it definitely wasn't him.

"Zamon?" His reply was a grunt. "I think we're being followed." I watched as his eyes widened, and moved to the rearview mirror. His throat bobbed as he nervously swallowed.

"It's probably a coincidence that that's the exact same car and exact same person who was behind us yesterday. Nothing to worry about." I turned to look at him, incredulous.

"Are you optimistic or just naive?" I asked sarcastically.

"I just dont want to jump to conclusions." I rolled my eyes, and muttered under my breath, I wish you'd just jump off a building.

"What was that?" He asked rhetorically. I just ignored him and went back to staring at the car. It was nearly dark, and now I was in edge. Well, I'm always on edge these days, but like, even more on edge then normal.

"Look, give it a few more hours, and we'll go to a motel and see if he's still following us."

***
The plan was going good, until it wasn't. We drove into the small parking lot of the motel, and parked closest to the stairs for a quick escape if needed, and reversed into the space.

The man was parked a few spots away on the other side, also reversed in. He appeared to be on his phone.

"Take this. I'm going to get us a room." Zamon said, placing a semi automatic glock on my lap. He was gone a second later.

I kept my eyes on the man, and frowned as he reached into the back seat of his Ford. He pulled something into his lap, and started fiddling with it. After about 5 minutes Zamon returned and the man stopped what he was doing.

"Leave the bags in the car for now, we don't need the extra weight incase something happens." Zamon said, leaning through the door.

Halfway up the stairs, the man moved. His hand pulled up, revealing a shotgun. He only managed to shoot once before Zamon and I took off up the rest of the stairs. We ducked below the the wooden fence rail, and raced to our room.

"Quick get inside!" Zamon nearly screamed, holding the door open. I raced into the room, and turned to watch him slam the door and lock it.

"What're we gonna do? We're trapped in here!" I yelled, sitting on the single bed. My thumb nail found it's way in between my teeth. I chewed on it and watched him pace. He wanked the curtain closed over the window, as if it'd stop a bullet from entering the room.

"I don't know..."he whispered at first, then "I dont know what the fuck to do!." He yelled, his eyes flitting around the room. Gun shots sounded and resonated, and the window smashed a second later.

He slowly backed into the corner, looking like a small child. He collapsed into a sitting position, and put his head in his hands where his arms rested on his knees. I ignored his frail state, and raced to the bathroom and flung the door open. There, above the toilet, was a slim window.

Before Zamon could even question me, I was busting the window open and squeezing through. Behind me, Zamon protested, but it was too late.

I fell to the concrete of what looked like a staff stairwell. I don't even know how Zamon fit through, but after some struggle he stood beside me. I clutched the glock and slid along the wall. As we circled the building and neared the front, I heard multiple cars and voices, a second later a car swirved around the building. It was a cliche black SUV. Government standard.

I inhaled in anticipation, and a second later, Zamon and I were running the hardest we had in a long time.

My heart raced in beat with my feet. I watched my feet hit the pavement and skid on the concrete as I twisted into a wide alley, with Zamon at my heels.

Sirens wailed, and I nearly did too. Fear of being caught was a great motivator. At the end of the alley we turned right, into a dead end.

"Fuck!, come on!" Zamon said and reached for the top of a fence bordering us. I didn't.

I noticed a man hole on the floor and yanked Zamon after us. We could hear the screech of tires getting closer. He didn't even question me, just helped me pull the grate off. I quickly stepped onto the rusted ladder. I scurried down, my breath rushing out of me as I slipped and fell a few rungs to the bottom.

Zamon pulled the grate into place behind him, causing my heart to drop. What if we couldn't get back out?

That's when the stench hit me. We were in the sewer, and now we couldn't see. We had no phones to light the way, and no other source of light. I jumped as Zamon wrapped his hand around my wrist, and started slowly walking. Liquid sloshed and pooled around my shoes, causing me to cringe.

Worry gnawed at me. We didn't have any idea what so ever where we were. The sewer system might drop and disappear below our feet in a few steps, or less. But we didn't stop. It was dangerous to think about those things, but I couldn't help it. Every horror movie I've ever watched were resurfacing in my mind, making me fear the darkness. Zamon heaved beside me, and a second later, a small orange flame licked into existence. Zamon had a lighter. Yay.