Who Are the Cops? (Chloe)

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I stared at Aaron. "Who are the cops?"
He replies quickly.

"I don't know, but run!"

We run back into the woods, and I hear a strange siren in the distance.

"Come on, Chloe!" Aaron yells, motioning me to run faster. I try to pick up speed, but I trip and fall. Aaron skids to a stop and tries to help me up, but a loud banging noise erupts from the distance. Aaron collapses holding his shin.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Chloe, help me, please!" Aaron yells as I stand.
A black and white vehicle stops in front of us.

"Hands up!" A man yells as he steps out of the vehicle.
"What is that thing?" I ask.

"Take their alcohol levels," The man says. "And figure out if this girl is on drugs."

"What?" I ask, confused. Drugs haven't been available to anybody in almost a hundred years!

"Stay quiet," A woman says. "You're under arrest."

"Who are you?" Aaron asks.

"Silence! All of this applies to you too."

The man grabs Aaron by the collar of his shirt, and the woman grabs me by the shoulder and they throw us both in the vehicle.
"What is happening?" I whisper to Aaron.

"I don't know," Aaron replies.

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