Zeke's POV

Quietly I looked around for a weapon, something I could use to defend myself. I found lots of car repairs, tools and parts alike.

I picked an iron rod, then I tiptoed towards the door. From my analysis, there were about a dozen men and I was surrounded. They had guns and well, I had an iron rod.

I walked out of the door and snuck in on one of the men, I took him out and hurried to my car.

“We've got sight of him,”

Damn it.

They began firing ...