I pushed my foot down on the accelerator and felt the car move beneath me; I had escaped, but it didn’t feel like it. I glanced in the rear vision mirror and saw the group of men in black sprinting after me. They were fast. Faster than I had thought, and they’ve probably called more people in, and are probably tracking the car right now… I shook my head, got to keep my mind on losing these guys first. I slammed my foot down harder on the accelerator, really feeling the car come alive. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through me, buildings flashed past me as I weaved through the traffic and hustle bustle of the city. I peered in the rear vision mirror once more, no one was following me. I’d lost them for now, but they’d find me, they always have. Always looking for me, until I gave in, but that wasn’t going to happen; nor was I planning on letting them catch me, although I had come close then. …show more content…
I got out and put the keys on top of the car and walked back up the street. It was dangerous to use the car now. I pushed my hood over my head and walked towards the stretch of markets nearby. They’ll know what I’m wearing now, I need a disguise. I thought for a moment… I’ll have to steal some clothing. I hated stealing, but this was urgent. I walked into the mad rush of the markets and emerged ten minutes later with my pockets bulging. I headed towards the nearest block of toilets where I changed into the clothes I’d stolen. I shoved my old clothing into the nearest bin on my way out. I glanced at my battered watch, it was seven o’clock in the evening, I needed to get out of here as quick as possible, these streets are dangerous at night, the perfect time for dark