“Fucking Christ,” Adam mumbled softly to himself as he brought a hand to the bite on his lip that he’d gotten just two nights ago. it was absolutely sore, but he was trying to ignore it. He wanted to forget about that whole disturbing situation.

He was busy working on fixing something in a rickety old car when he noticed someone pull up. He looked over, cigarette hanging from the other side of his lips. He just prayed it wasn’t May coming to find him.