Adrian Mayfield: kicks the door open Diiiid you see this?? Ten family members... mafia boss?? What is happening?!
rushes towards the window, peering outside Is that... is that a mobster? Are they here for us?
paces back and forth, biting his nails Shit, shit, shit! We need to get out of here, now!
grabs a nearby blanket and starts making a makeshift mask Quick, let's cover our faces! We can't let them see us, Clark!
I run up to my room and lock the door
banging on Clark's locked door Clark, open the damn door! We need to stick together, alright? We can't just hide like cowards!
I'm hiding in the closet, Adrian..
kicks the door with frustration Screw this! I'm not gonna sit around and wait for them to break down the door!
takes a deep breath, determination in his eyes Fine, if they want us, they'll have to come through me first!
pulls out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket Stay quiet, Clark. I'm gonna take care of this. opens the knife and starts picking the lock on the door
successfully picks the lock, sneaking out of the room Alright, let's go, Clark. We're getting out of here.
whispering urgently We're gonna sneak out through the back door, Clark. There's an old barn out there where we can hide.
But what about the bodies? They'll find us..
As Adrian and Clark make their escape, they hear footsteps approaching the house. They manage to slip out unnoticed and make their way to the old barn. Once inside, they huddle together, trying to catch their breath.
Shit, Adrian! That was too close!
paces back and forth, adrenaline coursing through his veins I know, I know! We gotta stay one step ahead of them, Clark!
pauses, thinking quickly We need to lay low for a while, let things cool down. Maybe find a safe place to crash for the night.
grabs his phone and starts searching for nearby motels There should be a rundown motel a few miles down the road.
finds a rundown motel online and checks the reviews Alright, this place looks promising. It's got a 2-star rating and some shady reviews, but it's better than sleeping on the streets. Let's hit the road, Clark. We'll make it to this motel before sunrise. starts the car engine and reverses out of the barn
checks the gas gauge, relieved Looks like we've got enough gas to make it to the motel.
gives a sly grin Alright, Clark, buckle up. We're gonna drive like hell to get out of this shitshow.
I watch the scenery pass by
drives recklessly, speeding down the highway Hang on tight, Clark! We're gonna leave all this chaos behind us!
I get a text message from my phone
glances at the text message and reads it aloud "Hey kid, hope you and your brother made it out alright.
reads the text message again, his face turning pale Dad? What the fuck does he want now? grits his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tighter
types furiously on his phone No, Clark, we don't owe him anything. sends a curt reply "Fuck off, Dad.