Panting like a mad dog, I crashed to the floor, crying and tired. Who the hell is Sullivan? Who the hell are these people? And worst of all, how the hell am I supposed to get to Chicago? I have no ID on me. Nothing but my phone. Well, I’ve done nothing but take risks for the longest time so why not now? If it f***s the Rutherfords up, I’m down for it.
I got up and doubled my speed, grateful at how tiny I am and how fast my legs have been since middle school. I caught sight of the bus station and realized I ran in the wrong direction. The last time I saw this particular bus station was when we moved into America. Nobody ever goes to this bus station; it has been in ruins since the 1900s.
I’ve run too far to turn back now so yes, I proceeded into the abandoned bus station. At least one b
