Chapter 129

Jack behind, 

“I hate that bitch!” Lucy screamed in frustration, “let's get out of here” Jeane said and grabbed her arm, and the both of them left quickly.

Lucy and Jack arrived at the tent and witnessed Jeame looking at Jeane tenderly while she was sleeping, Jack grabbed Lucy from going in.

“What is he doing?” Jack whispered to Lucy, she peered from their ducking position.

“Do you think he likes, Jeane?” she asked, feeling unsure of what she could make of the scene.

Jeame stood, Lucy and Jack scurried off, Jeame shook his head and went out, both of them emerged at the tent entry, and quickly went in, they gathered around sleeping Jeane.

“She is sleeping” Jack commented, Lucy intuitively smack his head, he grabbed his head and glared at her.

“What is that for?” he asked, annoyed by her action, Lucy rolled her eyes at him “what else? You are misbehaving” she retorted.

“I am done here” he snarled and walked to the bed, and lay on it, Lucy chuckled and went to sleep on the same bed with him. “I don't want you to stay close to me” he snorted, Lucy rolled her eyes.

“I don't have a choice”

“get the fuck off”

“no”

Jeame shook his head hearing the both of yapping from inside, he watched the dark woods intently, and observed unusual movements, he ran into the woods.

Chin's men ceased fire as they watched the sight of smoke dangle before them, they watched the place that they have rained bullets on, they moved in uniform, stealthily, watching every movement carefully.

“Ahh!” one of them shrieked in horror, they all turned.

Pointing their guns at him, and saw a pool of blood gathered around him, his eyes wide open, one if the men, came over to where he is and examined him.

“Fuck! He was stabbed to death” he commented, infuriated that they have lost a man.

The firefighters hovering over the cars, suddenly heard gun shots from the woods, they became petrified and scurried off, running towards the trunk bearing the water tank.

But the driver had already reversed, abandoning the two of them, as he drove into the City, singing.

“Oh, California!” he hummed, 

“my favorite City” he sang.

The two firefighters abandoned chased him “stop!” the two of them shouted once, they chased him with all their might.

“You scumbag, stop!” one of them cried, but the driver totally ignored them, they hang on the truck, panting incessantly, remembering their recent experience, the both of them cringed inwardly.

Chin's men didn't realize that a pair of eyes was watching them in the dark, Sylvester darted at them and stabbed a knife into one of them, and swooped away before they could open fire on him.

They became apprehensive after they lost another man ruthlessly, leaving them with just thirteen men.

They held on to their assaulted rifles, watching keenly for any movement.

Whoosh.

“Ahh.” another man let out, another heartbreaking shriek,