Karma (The Exodus)

I ’m covered in blood and spoiled coffee. I look insane right now, but I guess that’s a good look for what we plan on doing. As Sam drags me down another deserted road, my heart thumps against my chest. We could run into someone at any moment, and there are no buildings or alleyways to hide us now. I said we should stay back and wait, but Sam thinks we have a better chance of finding someone closer to the town’s center.

I trip and fall forward, my wrists skidding along the cobblestone path. It’s my favorite thing about the town, and now my blood is staining the ancient stones.

“Come on, get up!” Sam says in a harsh whisper. His head swivels in all directions, scanning the open space for anyone.

We really are sitting ducks right here.