(Will fix up later)
āWeāre in this together, but Iām not sure I can trust youā, he confessed under his breath.
Gunshots continued firing in the background.
I looked back up at him from our crouched position in the corner, panting I agreed, āyeah, I donāt trust you either pretty boyā.
He smirked, āawwww, you think Iām pretty?ā
āYeah now shut up and help me boot these run-down bums.ā I said a...