Lost Friend

Chapter two

It smelled absolutely disgusting at the back of the establishment that the two had just left. It definitely smelled of rotting garbage that had been left out far too long.

He could hear the chatter of the outdoors more so than inside, so he could hear how there were actually much more activity than he thought.

"Suspicious activities have been reported in the area-"

"-spread out-"

"-take anyone matching the description-"

"-shoot on sight if they try to run."

The young teen couldn't suppress the shiver that racked through his body.

They slowly, but as quickly as they could considering their situation, made their way away from the voices. Dexter stumbled around but never fell down with the help of Jak.

"Try to keep quiet. Don't want anyone to hear us." Jak whispered into his ear.

"Got it." Dexter whispered back.

Unfortunately he kept on stumbling. The last straw was when he actually tripped. On a crack no less. Or at least he thought it was a crack. It didn't help that he didn't have any shoes on; just bare feet. Jak kept him from falling to his face, but it showed the guy that he couldn't be trusted with his own two feet. So, without even a grunt, Jak swept Dexter up into his arms and onto his back. Right next to what felt like a backpack.

"What are ya doing?!" Dexter whispered/yelled. "Ya gunna give me a heart attack!"

Jak growled. "You were going to kill yourself by the way you where walking. This way is safer and faster. Now please be quiet so the both of us get out of here alive."

Dexter huffed, but ultimately stayed quiet. His Jack would probably agree with this Jak as his Jack was kind of a hypocrite. Always going to save the day and get hurt, but the moment Dexter gets hurt all bets are off.

But the question is, is this Jak like his Jack? Sure he's helping him so he wouldn't get hurt, but he said it so himself. So they would go faster; so Dexter won't drag them down.

Without stumbling around and making sure his charge wouldn't trip, Jak went much faster. Yet somehow it was agonizingly slow.

"I want you to keep your eyes closed okay? Just act like you're asleep." Jak instructed to him.

He grumbled a little but either way he couldn't see so really what was the point? He closed his eyes and did his best to give deep, even breaths.

There was obviously far more people out than before due to what he was hearing. However it was of the corrupted verity that were among them. And from what Dexter had heard be said earlier, Jak wasn't lying to him.

He felt Jak turn his head and he felt something smack into his face.

'The heck was that?' He thought as he dared not to say it out loud.

"We're almost out." Jak whispered to him. "Just hang on a little longer."

Dexter gave the smallest of nods that would look like he was shifting in his sleep to anyone else.

Ever so slowly did the noises change as did the scents. More shuffling of feet were heard and the ocean faded away. What could have been a minute or ten went by, they stopped.

"Do you have a pass?" A voice that sounded like it had gone through a filter tickled Dexter's ears. That voice had sounded so much like all the others that had promised pain that he heard earlier.

Great.

"Yeah," he heard Jak say, "is something wrong?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about." Was the reply. It was quiet for a moment before they asked something strange. "What's up with his ears?"