I knelt down on the checkered bathroom floor, pressing a cold washcloth against my bloodied knee. It's been a few hours since the barfight and I was perfectly sober. (John and I had parted ways as well)
I was at my humble condo, with my dog; a solid black German Shepard. Duncan who was wondering what the hell had happened.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you...." I muttered, running my hands through his straw like fur.
I needed to give the poor dog a bath.
I'm sure he hasn't liked the crazy days I've been having recently.
I stood up and stretched my sore muscles and joints, then looked in the mirror once again. I sighed, there was dried blood all over me, from the cuts and abrasions I had incurred during the altercation earlier. I opened the bathroom door and entered the living room and sat down at the TV, turning it on. The news popped up, the headline read: "Man wanted after assault in bar" A picture of the suspect appeared on screen and...
Oh shit that's my face.

My heart began beating faster as a pit formed in my stomach. I shut of the TV and opened the door. "Come on Duncan." I called, the oblivious dog running beside me as I sped out the door, just happy to be included. I ran across the sidewalk (gently) pushing people over, trying to get to John's apartment. I reached the building and ran up to the side. (If you thought I'd be using the front door, you'd be wrong.) I thrust myself upwards from the floor and grabbed onto the top of a window. Then I shifted my weight to the side and leapt to another window. I climbed the adjacent Windows until I smashed through John's window.
He was sitting in the living room, watching TV. He turned his head slowly towards me. "Hey Danny." He said casually, dispite me bursting through his window. I shoved my sore body off the floor and was about to speak when.
"I know, we're wanted." He took out a glock 18 and handed it to me. "Take this and get into my car."

I played with the window control on the car as John drove. We've been in this car for about 3 hours and I was getting rather bored.. We had no destination, other than away from wherever the hell we were. I thought I had abandoned the on the run lifestyle, however I guess it always finds a way to find you. Karma is a bitch.
Eventally we pulled into a gas station, it appeared to be old and worn, falling apart. However the convince store was still open so we assumed the pumps worked. John sent me inside, it was one of the pumps where you had to go inside and pay the attendant after pumping.
I stepped in, hearing the bell ring as I set foot into the convince store.
"Howdy." The owner greeted, he looked to be a man of 50, grey thinning hair. I glanced around the store and picked up a bottle of soda. I didn't plan on drinking it, but I get self conscious when I walk into a store and don't buy anything. (Even though I was also going to pay for the gas.) "So, how long have you guys been running?" I asked, placing the coke on the counter.
"A while now." The man said.
"I see...How's business nowadays?" I asked, trying to make friendly conversation.
"Scarce. Nobody wants to use our pumps since they're a little....Outdated..There's also been some high crime rates around here, so people are too scared to come out of their houses." The man sighs, stroking his beard.
"Couldn't imagine what that's like..." I lied.

yes I can. I can imagine it so vividly that I feel sorry for the guy.
"Well anyways, you kids be careful." The man warned me, then smiled. I nodded in response then walked outside.
As I got into the passenger seat of the car, John spoke up.
"How'd it go?" He asked.
"Well enough. Bought this too." I said, handing John the unbranded soda.
Then we set off once more.




Authors notes: Sorry this took a little.....Long, the voice inside my brain hates me a little bit and I'm at constant war with my mental state. If you want to keep updated with me I have a group called Def's Brotherhood. I go there kinda often. If you want to be invited just dm me.