Chapter Thirteen
Mallory
Joshua had only been in the gas station for a few minutes, but it felt like hours had gone by. That’s because my mouth was so dry and my heart pounded so hard that I felt stress pouring out of me, dragging the time out. Finally, he reemerged from the store, clutching a gas can. His eyes were huge and worried and he waved at me to drive off.
“What?” I asked frantically. I put my window down a little. “Come on, Joshua! Let’s just get out of here. We’ll find another gas station. This place is creeping me out.”
He shook his head and pointed far away, motioning for me to drive off. That’s when a guy with hollow eyes wearing a baseball cap and a shirt with his name on it stumbled out of the gas station after Joshua. After Joshua, that is, until he spotted me in my ca
