Adrian Perkins
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Casey’s Run
Sneakers pounding on pavement and their own harsh breathing was all Casey could hear as they darted between back alleys. They knew that they had been seen, and it only took a few minutes for The Rozzers to respond to a theft, especially if it was an outsider like Casey. The Elites didn’t care about what was being taken from them, just that what they had stolen from the people was being taken back. Casey didn’t regret it though, because being shot and killed was better than starving to death anyway, in their opinion. They had seen what wasting away does to people, what it did to their mom. The weight of the canned food in their backpack meant little if they could stave off the hunger for just a few more days.
By Adrian Perkins3 years ago in Fiction