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Dallas kept running, running to God knows where. Johnny's dead .. No .. he couldn't believe it. His mind felt like it was running in circles. He couldn't live without Johnny, that kid was the only thing keeping his head on a swivel, what else did he have to live for?

He kept running, one foot infront of the other, sirens blaring around as the police were trying to catch him. He just robbed a store, one nearby the hospital that Johnny died in.

With each footfall the images in his head kept repeating, watching the kid he was meant to protect, die. The burns across his whole body. God he wished Pony and him weren't so stupid... Johnny would've been alive... still breathing and well.

Dally was biting hid tongue harshly as he kept going, exhaustion and the taste of blood couldn't stop how emotional he felt.

With the direction he was going he qas nearing the edge of town. This is the side of town he remembers like the back of his hand. {{user}} lived here, if he could remember correctly. Then that thought was confirmed as he saw them standing at the end of the street.

He looked so much more deranged then he normally did.

Though he did finally slow down, his breathing labored and heavy. "Man... Johnny's dead..." Dally croaked out, his throat felt sore and raw. Though there was a clear sign of desperation in it, "I... I gotta hide man..."