Sean stood divided between escape and revenge, both option tantalizing in their own way.
"I can't take on whoever killed Matt alone." Sean reasoned.
Yet he still didn't know which path would be the best to take as he stood in the pouring rain.
He eventually strode away from the rooftops to look for his base, unsure of where to start his search since he had no idea what part of LA he was in.
His stomach growled in hunger since he hadn't eaten anything except for the bowl of soup, his movements sluggish due to exhaustion after burning through his adrenaline and the rain.
"Perfect." Sean grinned as he spotted a gas station nearby that looked mostly intact, the windows boarded up and tall neon sign still glowing brightly in the dark.
Sean brushed his wet brown hair from his eyes as he limped towards the entrance of the abandoned gas station, glad to have found shelter.
He let out a scream of surprise when he stepped onto the welcome mat, a rope suddenly wrapping around his feet and sending him up to dangle helplessly in the air.
"Phil, there's someone here!" Sean heard a British male voice shout from inside.
"Let me go!" Sean cried indignantly as he swayed side to side, rain running down his face and into his eyes and mouth.
The glass door opened to reveal two males, one dressed in all black and the other dressed in colorful plaid and jeans.
The plaid man shone a flashlight in Sean's eyes, causing him to wince slightly in response.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The black clad man demanded coldly.
"I-I was just loo-looking for shelter." Sean stammered, the cold seeping into his bones.
"Dan, look." The plaid clad male interjected, gesturing to the wound clearly visible under Sean's torn t-shirt.
"He might've been kicked out from his gang since he's hurt and has nowhere to go." He continued in a sympathetic tone.
"Phil-"
"Look, he's different. We can trust him, I know it." The man apparently named Phil argued, cutting off his counterpart.
"Fine, I'll cut him down." Dan huffed in resignation, retrieving a pocket knife from his pocket and flicking the blade open.
He approached Sean cautiously before sawing away at the rope, causing him to fall to the ground on his head.
"Ow." Sean grimaced, relieved to be let down as he shook his legs free from the now limp rope restraint.
"Come on in, we'll get ya fresh clothes and take a look at that bullet wound." Phil offered, ushering Sean in with Dan following.
The interior of the makeshift base was a wreck, a long crack running along the ceiling and almost every shelf empty and overturned.
A single light illuminated the gas station, providing a enough dim yellow light to allow the trio to barely see their surroundings.
"Home sweet home." Dan sighed wearily, leaning against the pay counter as Phil guided Sean over to a stool in the corner.
"Sit down, I'll get you fixed up." Phil assured Sean as he disappears to the bathroom in the back.
He quickly returned with a plain black jumper and black jeans, tossing them to Sean before he retrieved a first aid kit.
"Where's the rest of your gang?" Sean asked as he removed his shirt so Phil could clean his wound.
"We're it." Dan chimed in darkly.
"We had a leader before, but..." Phil trailed off as he re-bandaged Sean's abdomen, tossing the old, wet, blood stained bandage onto the floor.
"Phil, that's disgusting." Dan remarked as he eyed the fabric on the tile floor.
"This whole place is disgusting." Phil countered, not taking his eyes off of his work.
Soon Sean was dressed in warm clean clothes and his wound was cleaned and wrapped in a new bandage.
"Now what do we do with him?" Dan spoke up, talking about Sean as if he wasn't listening.
Should Dan and Phil let him stay overnight?
Or
Send him out?
