What was with the growing number of survivors? And why were they always in his neck of the woods. How many times was it this week? Ergh, heād lost count now. However, he did enjoy it when they ran. Scott knew this part of town like the back of his hand so it was always easy to navigate, and quickly he had recovered the runner.Ā
Eyes rolled at the dull threat, it was wishful thinking on his behalf that that tiny blade was going to reach him let alone his neck however, he remained still. Just by looking, he knew the other had very little stamina left. Heād be able to catch up with him again. āCome nowā¦ No need for idle threats, I just want back what is mineā¦ā He managed to hold back a growl and extended a hand.Ā āYou stole from my groupā¦ I need it back.ā
Isaac wasnāt sure why heād ended up here. Not that heād been intending to end up anywhere in particular, but he really had just bee living like he had for years now. His eyes stayed firmly locked onto the other male. Isaac was taller, potentially stronger, he could throw that knife before the other had even taken a step. Okay, maybe not in the throat but he could give it a damn good try. Still heaving in painful breaths, he tightened his hand around his bag.Ā
āI didnāt take anything.ā Isaac answered firmly, shifting his weight a little, almost like he was preparing to run.Ā āI didnāt get the chance. Now back off.ā Okay, it was a slight lie, but he didnāt think a can or two from that place was going to leave them wanting.
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