Run

-Cook-

Okay, it’s time to go. But how? I frowned as I looked around. Not good. I turned to Peter and then Omi. Omi looked back at me. Seems like they have the same idea.

“Excuse me!” I said. “Excuse me!” One of the guards looked up at me.

“What?” he growled. I lifted my chin.

“Can I have a smoke?” I asked. The guards frowned.

“Please?” I asked. They looked at each other. Peter glanced at me. I smiled at me. I gave him puppy dog eyes. The guard had no emotion on his face.

“Fine,” he grunted. The guard held up his hand. A cigarette appeared from thin air. The guard lit up. He walked over to us. I smirked to myself.

Bam!

It got him in the nose. The guard went down. More rushed at us. By then, Omi got free. He threw a handful of darts he had hidden. The guards went down.

“What the hell?” Peter asked as I untied him.

“Never mind, run!” Omi yelled. He didn’t have to tell me twice. We all took off running.

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“Where do we go?” Peter asked. We kept running.

“I don’t know!” I shouted. This place has many directions. We don’t have our phones still.

“How many darts do you have left?” I asked.

“I don’t know!” Omi said. “A few, maybe?”

“Good enough!” I shouted. Soon, we are not alone.

“Aw shit!” Peter yelled. How many of them are there? Can we take them? I don’t know. But aren’t staying here.

“Run!” I shouted. Kind of pointless to say. But run we did. Omi pointed ahead.

“There!” he shouted. He ran ahead of us.

“Wait up!” Peter shouted. We ran after Omi. We all went to the left.