“Who do you think is trying to get us off their radars so badly?” Marissa finally spoke after the 30-minute-long silence between the two.
“I’m not sure, but I fret we may be in danger, don’t you think?” Kiara mumbled, wolfing down an egg sandwich that they got at a sketchy-looking corner store.
“I think it’s gone bad,” Kiara gagged, throwing the rest of the sandwich out of the window and watching it tumble into the bushes. “That’s so disgusting.”
Marissa cackled, “I told you it looked spoiled, but you were way too hungry to listen to me, huh?”
“I should have listened, but this doesn’t make our—sorry, my situation, any better. What the hell am I going to eat? She groaned.
“I still have some protein bars in my backpack, you can check.” She used her head to gesture in the direction where
