#alfiestarter

“Does anyone want to go with me to get some more water bottles? I think we’re running low...” And halted in the middle of the desert, that was one thing he didn’t want them to run out of. 

Quit your bitching, we just need to get Cody’s ankle iced and wrapped and he’ll be better in no time. Meanwhile, I’ll drive.

“God, this is — this is a mess. Look, maybe this is just... how it's supposed to be, you know? Drop me off at the nearest hospital and I'll tell the cops the rest of you got away, send them on a goose chase to Canada or something. It'd buy you guys some time, at least..."

Oh what’s the fuss, everyone has nothing to worry about. I say if Bradford’s too weak to buck himself up, we leave him for dead, and I’ll drive to the next location. End of discussion, yeah?

Just give me a sec, okay? There’s a way out of this. There’s an easy solution — I know it. I just need some time to drum it up.

Leigh-Ann sighed audibly, her legs swinging to and fro along the side of the van. As with all breaks, the door to the van was haphazardly tossed open and the group was scattered about, each person eager to stretch out and wander. She, of course, was always the one who stayed near the vehicle. “I kinda feel like the announcer before the ten o’clock news every time this happens —” Her voice transformed into that of a robotic spokesperson. “It’s ten P.M. — do you know where your children are?”

“Oh my god,” Louis inhaled sharply, looking out over the canyon. He’d never seen anything like it before, and he was working hard to drink it all in before they’d packed up and continued on the road. “Okay, I’ve got to hand it to Alfie this time...he was right, this is incredible.”

Fuck, does anyone have a bandaid?