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Raymond's POV;

I make it to a tard road panting heavily. I have been running through a desolate area full of abandoned buildings, for what seems like forever.

I stand by the roadside, cradling my sore elbow, which has now extended to a sore arm. Zero to no cars pass and I decide to start walking towards the north. 

I am too tired to keep running, and besides, I found no one chasing me. I was just running for fear of being caught. 

There are trees on both sides of this road and all I can hear asides from the chirping of birds, are my labored pants. 

Up ahead, I spot a truck. Its back doors are non-existent and the back is empty. It must be a personal vehicle I think to myself. 

I spot a man I presume to be the driver of the truck beside it, peeing in the bushes, and just then, an idea hits me. 

I silently increase my pace. Checking behind me to be sure I'm not being watched or followed. Once I get to the truck, I sile