On the Run

Chapter 4

As Trey runs down another alley to escape from the barrage of bullets back at the house, he starts to cry a little feeling guilty for all of the deaths due to the people hunting him. As he ducks around the corner into another alley a few streets away from the house, he sobs to himself, "Why? Why must this happen to me?"

Then he realizes that he lived for a reason, to save the president. Since he has a safe hiding spot for the moment he starts planning as he wipes the tears from his face. "How in the world will the people at the White House believe me? Let alone get to where I can talk to them." He thinks to himself.

He looks down from watching the streets and sees a patch of dirt, rocks, sticks, and a garbage can. He starts thinking of what he can do with just these ordinary things. "AHA!" He tells himself.

He moves the garbage can to the entrance of the alley to hide in case they happen to come by. Yes, it is risky but he might as well use this. Next, he moves the rocks into an unusual formation. Now he uses a stick to draw little circles beside and in between the rocks. "So, I'm here..." he says to himself, "...that means that they are here."

He had made a makeshift map of the next few blocks. "They are probably splitting up and will go... here and here. So, if I am right, there should be a small group coming by here any second now."

Then he hears footsteps getting closer, probably about 3-4 people. Not quite running or walking so probably speed-walking. Thinking it is the bad guys trying to find him, he opens the lid on the trash can and gets in and hides. The footsteps get louder and louder until... silence. "They must be right outside!" Trey thinks to himself.

"It's clear." One of the guys say and the footsteps start again and then fade away as they continue on their search. Once he is certain no one is around, he slowly and quietly lifts up the lid to double check that no one was just waiting there for him to come out. No one. He lifts off the lid and gets out. Then he stretches because he had been hunched in there for so long.

Thinking about where they might have eventually gone, he looks around for any hints on how to get out of town quickly. Then he looks down again, he sees a bus ticket crumpled up on the ground. "It could have been placed there by those people as a trap so they can lure me into a bus so they can kill  me. No way am I falling for that one." He thinks as he walks away from the alley and his hiding spot.

After about 15 minutes of walking to his house to pack his things, he hears a voice. Not a normal voice, it sounded almost electric. Then he turns the corner onto his street and is right behind one of the men who was trying to kill him! The voice must have come from the walkie-talkie on the man's belt. Trey slowly backed away thinking, "What do I do? He's guarding my house!"

So, he thought for only a second before realizing that the man had a gun and had turned around to see who was behind him. Luckily, Trey was already around the corner. He saw the arm of the man peek out from around the corner and he started panicking. So, he turned and grabbed a large stick that was on the ground beside him and swung it as hard as he could towards the man. This didn't knock him unconscious, but it did stun him for a couple seconds because it hid him right in the side of the head. The blow had caused the man to drop the gun he was holding.

Trey dove for the gun before the man could even grasp what was going on and aimed right at him. The man regained his mind and knocked the gun out of Trey's hands. Trey panicked again and swung the stick again, somehow even harder. This caused the man to fall to the ground, unconscious for sure. He picked up the gun again and unhooked the holster on the man's belt. He then applied it to his own belt and holstered the gun. Then, he grabbed the walkie-talkie so the man could not contact the others when he regained consciousness and threw it on the ground and smashed it multiple times with the stick. He hit it so hard the from the force of hitting the man AND hitting the walkie-talkie the stick broke. There was nothing anyone could do to fix the walkie-talkie, unless they are MacGyver of course. Now, Trey ran as fast as he could to his house so he could pack up and get out of there. He was also kinda hungry and thirsty from all of the running. He was tired and barely made it to his house, unlocked the door, and plopped down on the couch from exhaustion.