"Welcome to game palace, may I assist you?" Romero asked dully.
"No-"
"ROMERO!" Lucio ran in.
"What's wrong, Lucio?"
"Nothing. Okay, we need to get home NOW!"
Romero ran out, whatever his brother says goes.
The crawled into the attic and Lucio threw Romero survival gear.
"What's going on, Lucio?"
"The news, we're gonna die but I'll be last!"
"How encouraging. Where are we going?"
"San Francisco."
"What? That's hours away! Especially during this time of day."
"I'm not staying here to rot and neither are you!"
"What about mama and papa?"
"They're in Puerto Rico! What about them?!"
"Never mind."
"Hurry, get the car ready. We leave right now!"
"You're loco, Lucio."
"That's my street name!"
"I don't want to know how you got it."
Romero packed the car and he got in the passenger seat of the sedan.
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Game over
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