Without another word, we all ran in the same direction, as we turned right at the next crossroads, I could see it. A few meters away from us was the establishment, with a huge paved esplanade with those gas dispensers, behind it a small building with glass walls... a*****e.
I peeked behind me, to realize that there were now about twenty things following us and they were gaining more and more distance. I picked up the pace until we reached the gas station. We quickly looked around for any good vehicles, there was nothing but an old cream-colored motor home with red painted stripes running around the outside. It was parked badly and with the door open, a sign that its driver had decided to abandon it.
We had no choice, Jeff was the first one to go through the door, he threw his luggage at
