Zeke's POV
Quietly I looked around for a weapon, something I could use to defend myself. I found lots of car repairs, tools and parts alike.
I picked an iron rod, then I tiptoed towards the door. From my analysis, there were about a dozen men and I was surrounded. They had guns and well, I had an iron rod.
I walked out of the door and snuck in on one of the men, I took him out and hurried to my car.
“We've got sight of him,”
Damn it.
They began firing and I had to hurry away since I had not brought out my shotgun. I threw the rod at one of them and ran ahead into my car, took out my gun and shot at a few of them before zooming off.
The van screeched around the corner, hot on my tail as I swerved through the city streets. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through m
