Chapter 43: The Runner
Author: Lucien
last update2026-10-06 06:54:54

They'd been on the road for days.

The SUV was still running. Nathan had kept it that way. He knew how to siphon gas. He'd gotten good at it. Quick. Quiet. Find a car with a full tank. Drain it. Pour it into the SUV. Move on.

They'd stopped at a run-down shop the day before. Nothing fancy. Some canned goods. A few bottles of water. It would last them a week. Maybe two.

At night, they slept in the car. Windows down just a little. Enough for fresh air. Enough to keep from suffocating. But up just
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