Once the small community of Crawford hunkered down for the evening, Jamie and Ash emerged from the furniture store to search for petrol. This was a nightly occurrence and had started becoming a ritual that they honestly thought would never end. The only difference was normally Jamie went alone— but tonight Ash was going with him.
They stuck to the shadows next to the buildings, darting out once the blond had gave the signal to move forward. Jamie had a brash idea— siphoning gas from one of the vehicles that belonged to the soldiers. The only problem? They were parked right in front of the school that seemed to be the leader’s headquarters.
Sneaking up to one of the vehicles, Jamie grabbed Ash’s hand and tugged her down next to him as he crouched by a Dodge. The pair had gotten lucky, one of the trucks was facing a wall on its gas tank side— and the blond was grinning ear to ear.
Jamie leaned over to whisper in Ash’s ear. “You keep watch, I’ll siphon.” Winking at the brunette, he popped off the gas cap and inserted the hose into the neck of the tank before he quickly unscrewed the gas can’s lid and sat it on the ground at his feet. While Ash watched around them, the blond started sucking on the hose like a straw until he tasted gasoline, turning his head to spit the foul tasting fluid on the ground, he stuck the peeing hose into the can and let it fill while his ears strained for the slightest noise.
And just then… five men decided to come out of the school’s front doors, carrying guns and talking loudly. Jamie let out a soft squeak, looking to Ash with round blue eyes and a ‘Oh shit’ expression. What the hell were they going to do if the men heard the gas leaking or smelled it?