He got up and was looking down towards me.
„I will stop for now", he said reaching his hands towards me.
Now that I got a better look at him, he doesn't look to bad, flawless skin, which looked a bit pale, a somewhat masculine body and a good looking face, dressed in all black and sunglasses hanging on the collar of his shirt.
Without thinking for to long I stretched one of my hands towards him and he helped me up.
Before I knew anything else, he started running, while holding my wrist.
„Hey, what are you doing", I yelled. He did not say anything and kept running. »Is he ignoring me, now«, was the thing that came to my mind.
I decided to just follow him.
He kept running and dragging me with him. I hadn't known what was going on.
»Are you finally going to let go of me«, I thought to myself, when he suddenly stopped running and brought me into a small shop.
„I think we are far away enough. They won't be able to find us here", he mumbled to himself, but I was still able to hear him clearly.
I started asking him questions like: Why did you bring me here?, Who are we running away from?, What's your name?, and many more.