"There's a car about a mile up ahead," Malachi breaks the silence that had fallen over us as he ran. I don't know if it's because neither of us wanted to break the reverie that the darkness brings or if neither of us felt safe enough to speak until we knew we were out of the red zone.
A pink glow is sitting on the horizon, a warning that the sun is coming. A new day, a new chance and I'm hoping I made the right choice for that thought to even matter.
"Is it stolen?" my voice is low, and honestly he can probably hear just how sleepy I'm feeling. Everything has caught up with me, and I've been trying to fight off sleep for a while.
To be honest, I'm a little scared that I am already asleep. That I dreamed Malachi had come to help me, and I'd wake up on the floor by my bed, waiting for the
