Hurt

as reply to before he'd known it

They were swerving in the car. Keith for some reason was driving, and it felt like he just woke up. 

“I didn’t think, fuck.”

He accelerated trying to find the expressway.

“Should we go to the docks? Fuck. Come on Dave I need something.”

He gassed it, how no one had seen them he couldn’t figure out. He shook Dave’s leg. He was a zombie stupefied.

“He wasn’t supposed to die.” Dave said. 

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. We had the plan.”

“We still have time that’s what I’m saying. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Keith said. 

He found the freeway. They were going north. And he pressed the accelerator.

“How fucked are we? Dave? How fucked are we?”

“We either all make it or we. We. We die.”

“That’s what I need to know Dave can we do the mission or should we be going the other way.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Keith held the wheel gripped it, his knuckles hurt. 
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