The journey to recovery

Chapter 13

Chapter thirteen

Stage one:Hostility and Deceit

Ohio

Ferdinand's P.O.V.

Home?

Tanzania!

When did I get home?

I stood in front of the stairs that coiled to the ground floor. I sloped down the flight of stairs and watched the black furniture and a few faces contrast against the white walls.

With time I heard something that dripped in a steady beat freezing me solid at the spot. I snapped my head to the left of the house where the living room was and stealthily approached the couch.

There laid the lifeless body of Verena and Douglas as their life dripped away in crimson drops.

I shot my eyes open and got out of the bed.

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The air whistled in the cans when I shook the cans.

Great the gas from home is done.

I made it  around to the front of the truck and entered the cabin. " You can't still be sleeping?" I told him to see him sneer but pull out shades from his duffel bag.

" Forgot you got a hangover don't you get tir-"

" I'm fine can we go now?" He snapped.

He looked ridiculous with those shades though oddly  I let it slide and headed to the driver's seat where I turned on the ignition.

After two hours  I finally got my fifteen minutes break which seemed to be enjoyed more than me. That's probably because of the howling of the coyotes and my sore body.

I stretched my aching body then stopped in front of a sign that read.

Beware of coyotes!

We really need to get out of this town.

I briskly walked into the store and searched for more hair dye and toiletries.

" Why-" that scared the hell out of me.

" Don't you have a hangover to nurse?" I pointed out to check my shopping list which was murdered with updates of our needs since I was no longer alone.

" Yeah but it's better now"

" I could help" he offered. Confused though  appreciative  of his offer I handed him the list when a stock of guns froze me cold. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed at those weapons.

The drunk realised them too but unlike me he went over to them to check them out.

" They're paintball guns" Paintball guns?

" Why does a gas station sell paintball guns?" I asked. " I don't know let's buy one" he cheered. " No, ah forget it" I hollered.

" Great choice of defence" remarked the cashier

" Defence?" I blurted out.

" Yes, the coyotes? Don't tell me you haven't seen them they're worse than roaches now" she exclaimed as she bagged our items in to paper bags.

I had to ask!

" When'd they get here?" asked Troy. I wanted to punch him in the gut so bad!

" Two years back at the playground attacked two kids" she added.

" What other form of defence are there ?" He persisted. " You could yell or hurl rocks at them you can check online for more" she answered.

" Do they have r-" I hauled Troy out to prevent him from finishing that question and more.

In our other break we stopped to get more gas for the ride.

Troy kept grumbling as he filled the cans with gas. " You missed one" I pointed out to be glared at. He went back to the grumbling against the purrs and buckle of the other engines at the station.

" Just how many of this should I fill ?" He whined.

" Let's see I Eighty covers eleven states and Impossible takes sixty gallons of gas so yeah you have to fill all those cans" I replied.

He drew a bored look then shuffled with the  cans full of gas to the back of Impossible.

He surely took his time because the can he left at the pump was done and he was still at the back.

As a good ' travel buddy' I took the can away and placed the hose in the other can then marched to the back of Impossible just to be yelled to halt.

" No, don't come" he bellowed. He got the can from my grip.

" Why did you yell like that ? you scared the daylights out of me" I exclaimed.

" My pants dropped" he lied. Really?

" Funny I know , you know I'll driv- hey Nante " he boomed as I went around him and jumped into the truck.

The back of my heel thumped into something which I later picked up.

A fishing line?There are more! Even Bikes!

I snapped my head to his direction and arched an eyebrow at him.
 
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" So when are you going to get rid of them?" I asked seated cross legged on the sleeper to be completely ignored.

He sighed as he made a branch to the woods." Let me guess you have to go again you know that bladder won't help in the heist" I remarked as he made a turn again and I got whacked at the temple by Impossible frame over the sleeper.

" You okay?" He asked as I groaned due to the pain. "Yeah" I replied then groaned  again before he got out.

There goes his privilege of driving this truck.

I staggered  to the drivers seat with a firm stance ready for the confrontation I even strapped the seatbelt on.

"He's really annoying!" I told Impossible who didn't share my opinion for some reason. Just then another round of the howling commenced.

Ugh the howling!

When is he coming back?

I thought boys pee fast?

I'll give him thirty more seconds then I'm coming after him.

Times up!

My trembling finger clasped around the toy. It was light in my grip the yellow paintball clashed with the dark colour of the gun.

I put it back in Troy's backpack mesmerised by its glimmer in the silver light.

A Oooo! 

The coyotes howled a warning to be forearmed. Together with the gun I stalked out of the truck.

The leaves crushed under my sneakers while the dry wind stung my fingers and ears.

A coat of bark and dirt painted my hand pressed on the trunk of a tree my eyes zeroed in on Troy's back that kept growing in size.

I looked past him and noticed its dark eyes set on the both of us and  the razor sharp teeth the creature bared out.

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I thought of a bear but after all the research it seemed weird.

And I also thought about putting a cast but no one could come off as Ferdinand and Troy.

So I thought hey why not let your imagination do the casting.

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