Capítulo 25: Chapter 25

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Arlo slowed down and came to a stop. Fear clearly clouded his judgment. He should be running, but that roar…Was Nash hurt? Dead?

Ice filled his chest. He wanted to run back to Nash, but he needed to get out of there. Who was to say Nash would be any better than the man had been, or that their intentions differed at all? He didn’t know exactly what those intentions were, but he was fairly certain he wouldn’t like them.

Moving again, he jogged in the direction of his car. He could drive until the car ran dry, fill it up with his emergency gas, and then drive some more. It should be enough to take him to a gas station and from there he could continue. Maybe it was time to leave the country.

But what if Nash needed help?

The chilly air burned in his throat, but he kept on running, pushing himself to go faster.

A sound came from nearby, and he stumbled as he saw a shadow running next to him. The shadow came closer. It was the man from the pub. Gilbert