She’s running as fast as she can; but it’s gaining on her.
Just as she turns the corner – “Shhh!” A powerful hand cups her mouth, and an arm yanks her off her feet. She sees Blake – waiting in the shadows.
He swings a baseball bat right as it passes the corner.
“Are you okay, Tricia?” Lee puts her down. Blake and Lee – the Watson twins.
“Ye-yeah.”-“I’m”-“f-uh-fine.” She gasps between breaths. And then she vomits.
Neither Blake nor Lee seem to notice.
Lee nods, he pats her back – “It’s ok… I know.”
They slip from house to house, slowly making their way out of the suburbs. Night falls, and they find shelter in a small house. Huddled in the darkness, they whisper; unable to sleep. Blake takes the first shift.
“Isn’t your dad a cop?”, Lee whispers.
“Haven’t talked to him in a few weeks.”
And next weekend is supposed to be his weekend, she thinks.
After a few moments she asks, “What about your parents?”
Lee pauses, “Dad volunteered for the posse.”
and Mom is gone.