Chapter 42

Kamari's Point of View

The helmet fitted snuggly over my head. Pressed it a bit too hard but according to Zayan, that was how it was supposed to be. If I fell, he didn't want my skull to bounce around on the inside. Rather, he wanted it to absorb the impact.

Or some shit like that.

"Please tell me that mine doesn't have any gears," I whispered and tightened the gloves he had given me.

Another precaution, along with some rather unsightly boots that came up to my knees. They were hard to walk around in. Weighed close to ten fucking kilos. Although, he swore they didn't. But the added weight felt off to me.

"No. Yours is automatic, " He paused what he was doing. Set his own gear down and walked over to me. The monster of a quad was in front of me. With all the bars and lights and stuff, I had never used before in my life. "Get on." He instructed.

Slowly, I shifted my feet closer. Lifted one leg and shimmied it over the top. It left me in an awkward position. I questioned every life deci