You and Charles were panting, after that police chase you two are gonna have to lie low. You took sanctuary in an abandoned shack near the swamps.

He’s sitting on the bed reading some book of his, you’re leaning on the wall fiddling with some fallen wood. He looked over at you.

“We can’t stay here forever, we’re gonna die of thirst or hunger before the cops find us..” He tossed an empty coke bottle around the room