It was bad enough he was kept captive long enough in some crazy bitch’s house. Max even managed to escape her god damn house after weeks of planning in his head. Slightly erratic, he stumbled out of the woods, his legs still shaky. His thoughts were jumbled together, jumping across one another and Max struggled to keep his head straight. Whatever drugs that bitch has injected into his system was still swirling around in his veins. As he walked unsteadily into the dark alleyways of the small town, Max coughed. He knows that he has to get back but his brain couldn’t process the information he needed. Fuck.
His ears perked up when footsteps sounded behind him. “What do you want?!” he growled, pulling out the guns he had hidden in his back pockets. “Fuck off if you wanna live.”
