Fiction Story 1 — Part 5

This post is part of an ongoing story. If this is your first time here, then WELCOME! I have an introduction that will explain the “what” and the “why”. You can follow this link to catch up on previous posts. Enjoy!

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“And now we’ve really fucked ourselves,” I said, pointing to our burning rentals.

“Hey man, you said we’re screwed already, so it doesn’t matter,” Greg said, staring at me.

“We didn’t need to make it worse.”

“And now it’s worse,” he said.

“Argh! What the hell am I doing?!” I yelled to myself. “Why am I here?!”

Greg stomped up to me and shoved my shoulder with his palm. “You didn’t have to follow me, alright? I didn’t need you to help me burn this tire. I let you come with me so you can practice this boy scout bullshit you read online, okay?”

He stepped back, his eyes locked on me. “You need to chill the hell out and watch for cops, or we’re both super fucked.”