The End

Chapter Eight

Chance's point of view...

I was sooo tired.

We had been walking for about until half past midnight.

Or, as I say... Half past boredom.

I hated this.

Chance: Guys, can we stop now?!

Lainie: FINE! You've been complaining for about the last hour.

Blaize: I think I left my phone at home...

Chance: What home?

Blaize: You are glad I left my 22 at home, sir.

Lainie: HA! Sir... what?

We stared at her.

Chance: Anyways, as I was saying... I think I see an inn over there...

We went to where I pointed at.