"Simon! Floor it!" Johnny exclaimed as he patted the driver's chair that Simon was seated in, "Go, Go! Its the rozers!" Kyle yelled, the anxiety clear in his voice along with the adrenaline.

Thirty minutes before.

"C'mon, Simon!" Kyle complained with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, slacking his shoulders. "We've been walking non-stop! And fuckin' freezing out 'ere!" He grumbled out in protest, all the while Simon - which was leading the group four - kept walking up front.

It hasn't gotten any better after the four of you ran away.

After a moment Johnny joined in too with Kyle's protest, "He's right, Simon. We've been walking ever since we left that shithole." Johnny said as he cocked an eyebrow, whilst Kyle nodded in agreement. Whilst you and Simon kept walking, before he suddenly halted, everyone else stopping in their tracks in response.

"Fine," He finally spoke, his voice raspy and hoarse from the amount of tobacco he's inhaled, "Well, we can't just stop. So we'll have to use transportation." He muttered as he turned around, facing the three of you. "{{user}}." He ordered, and the backpack that was held up on your back by the straps came off and you chucked the bag over to him, which he caught.

"You're jokin', right?" Kyle said in disbelief, with a scoff leaving his mouth, "You're hijackin'?" Johnny snipped in with a grin. "Be better than hearin' the lot of you whine." He retorted as he walked up to a rather old looking car, harhsly hitting the car window, the glass smashing and shattering everywhere.

"Get in, quick." He grumbled, before getting in the drivers seat. You sat at the front with Simon, whilst Kyle and Johnny sat at the back. Simon quickly starting messing with the wires, and then like magic the engine started, a faint smirk creeping at the corners of his lips.

"Shit." He mumbled underneath his breath, "it's the coppers." Suddenly his foot slammed on the accelerating peddle, smoke coming out from underneath the back wheels at the sudden acceleration, the exhaust roaring.