As me and Ollie walk down the side of the road a car long black convertible with the top down drives by, the whole time keeping his cold dead stare locked at me. I shiver with fear as I glance at Ollie uncomfortably. “Did you see that?” I ask him “What do you mean?” He asks, confused by what I mean. “That guy was staring at me like he had unfinished business…” Ollie shrugs and keeps walking. We come up on a gas station and we walk in. Inside is an Indian man behind the counter giving us the death stare as we approach the energy drink isle. “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” I tell Ollie as he is reading the back of a can to see the calories. He nods and I walk into the bathroom. I am about to walk to the sink to wash my hands when all of the sudden, a giant gunshot like sound echoes throughout the entire valley. I flinch back hard as I run and hide in the stall, my breath shaky and uncontrollable. I spot a small window above one of the stalls. I hear another gunshot and I panic, I take out my pocket knife and grip the handle tight, my palms sweaty. I take off my shoe and bust the glass of the window, the glass shattering into small shards, it hits my cheek leaving a small cut across my cheek. I grunt in pain but grab onto the windows rim as I lift myself out of the window, my arms shaky. I crawl behind a heating box on the roof.