Nicholas’s POV

I came acros an old petrol station that was small with one pump.

Light flickered above the door, and a man in a blue shirt leaned against the wall doing nothing.

I walked toward him slowly.

My ribs burned with each breath and my left leg had started dragging.

I stopped in front of him.

He looked at me the way people look at something they’re not sure is dangerous or just broken.

“I need to borrow your phone,” I said. “Just one call.”

He stared at my face, ...