Hostile

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William opened the sliding door to the restroom and walked toward his bed. He flopped onto it, and closed his eyes, trying to not think about Sam or the guy that he killed by accident. The bed swallowed him and he fell asleep and woke up instantly.

It wasn't still nighttime, though. It was morning, and he had to leave, or they'd find him.

He reluctantly pushed through his exhaustion and got up, took his stuff and went out the door. When he got on the elevator, another person got on it with him.

The guy stood towards the edge of the elevator like Will had COVID or something, but when they got off he saw why.

The news was on and it had his face all over the screen. He ran towards the doors and guards were chasing him. "Stop him" said one guard determined. Will hopped in the car and pulled the same stunt he did back at the apartment.

He had disappeared and was on the road again.

The car was beat up, terribly. It looked a Transformer flung it in the air. The scratches and dents made it easy to recognize; and speak of the devil. They knew the credentials of the car.

There were light-up billboards that said 'Grey 2017 Goyoetae Hamry', so Will knew they were on his tail. After that incident on the freeway, incognito was inevitable.

Will didn't have his debit or credit card, and he didn't have his phone. The only thing they could track him with was his name, face, and car.

The drive in the morning was a breeze. Will turned off cruise control because the car made a bumping noise every minute and he thought the car was going to explode. He thought about going to a repair shop, but sadness interrupted him.

Every time he thought about it, it made him cry. The trees were getting taller, and the sky was becoming white instead of blue.

Time always flew by in Will's world because he wanted to avoid everything, it was all the same to him. It never changed.

The lightning hits first. Then the thunder. Thunder is like the yes-man of the lightning, it's just another set of problems.

First Sam died, and then Will kills someone.

Sad, but true. For Will, his problems always grew. His parents died when he was young, so the government admitted him into an orphanage. Doctors at the orphanage diagnosed him with Bipolar Disorder at eight, and depression at nine.

When he turned 18, he left and tried to stay afloat, but the stress dragged him down. Deeper and deeper down. Hands reaching out, but no one saw. Until he was under. And that's what's happening now.

The crying stopped, and Will was out of his trance. He thought about his options. Oregon was coming up.

And Oregon means border control.

"Crap," he mumbled as he slowed down.

"Sir, are you carrying any contraband in the car?" said an officer at the border.

Will slowed down and thought about the guns and money.

Then, without thinking, he hit the gas. The car made the blocker fly off of their hinges. It nearly hit an officer. As William sped off, the soldiers followed.

"Sir, stop the car right now!" said the truck behind him. They all had military-grade camo vehicles. Sand was flying in the desert, and Will was struggling to reach in the backseat to get one of those guns that were under the seat.

He swerved into the open desert, and he started hitting cacti. The cars followed, and Will finally got a gun, it was a rifle.

He had never held one, but he knew how it worked. "I guess watching Rambo paid off," he said as he leaned out of the car and fired. The pursuers followed him, and Will was really only aiming for the tires. They were aiming for tires as well.

The Hamry hit a cactus, and it flew at one of their tires; it punctured it as the car tipped over.

The other truck behind hit the rolling car, and they lit on fire. The cars exploded and just like that, Will survived. "How did that even happen?" he said as he slipped the gun under the seat.

Will got back on the smooth road. He wished they didn't explode so that he could take one of their vehicles. At least it wouldn't give him away as much, even though there would be lots of negative attention. The crimes he had committed in the last twenty-four hours were punishable by death, and he knew that.

Will set the navigation for Burns, Oregon, as he drove. It said about four hours and he had to pee. So he changes the navigation to the nearest gas station, but it was 20 minutes away so he just got out and did it.

The blood going through Will's veins was filled with adrenaline right now, and that chase with military-grade vehicles made him forget about Sam. He was happy that he wasn't in solitary wasting away.

The Hamry was running low on gas, and Will still had ten minutes until he got to the nearest gas station. He knew that the previous owner had everything she needed in case of an emergency, so he wasn't worried about that.

He was worried that he'd have to walk around with a bunch of dangerous animals at his feet. Will had the knowledge of animals, as they always fascinated him, and he was saving up money to buy the textbooks for community college.

He wanted to major in Animal Science, but all because of some petty thief, he can't do that anymore.

When he finally got to the gas station, he pulled in and looked inside. To his misfortune, there was a cop.

He thought about just going to the next one, but it's 30 minutes away. He got out of the car and put on his hat.

Then he put the gas pump in his car. As he did that, the cop stepped out of the store and lit a cigarette. As he was smoking, William noticed that the police car was one pump away from him.

Will rushed the gas pump and pulled it out violently. The police officer threw his cigarette on the ground and mushed it.

He walked over to Will and said, "Is this your car, sir?", Will nodded and hopped in the Hamry. "Alright, I'm just asking because it looks like crap,". "Yes sir, I know. Have a good day," said Will as he drove off. "Weird," said the officer.