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I’ve thought a lot of things in my life, but being buried alive is a new one. Could they had at least waited until I died first?
Jesus people. I’m hard to kill don’t they know that?
At least John b didn’t dig this grave very deep. Think he’d know better.
I’m glad he didn’t. I’m able to claw my way out and get out of the poorly dugged grave. Though everything still hurts. And I’m still bleeding.
Fuck? How am I not did?
As soon as I force myself to stand my vision goes fuzzy and I hit the ground hard.
When I wake up I’m in the hospital. Of course no one around me knows a lick of English but I know antibiotics and pain killers and I’m on both.
My abdomen is currently wrapped in several white bandages.
I need to think. I need to find them and help them get the crown. Could they already be in Spain?
I guess I’ll head there and find out.
I sit up and immediately regret it. The room spins and the stitching protests. I ignore it.
One of the nurses try to stop me when she sees me standing up. I place a hand on her arm. “Thanks, but I gotta go,” and then I stumble off catching myself on the wall.
Ok, I need a plan to get to Spain. But first i need shoes. Where are my shoes? Oh there they are half under the bed.
I put them on which takes longer then it should. I also go through the lost and found for a shirt and pants before leaving the hospital.
Step one done. Now to get to Spain.
So before you get mad I did find a way to get there. I mean I have to help load and unload cocaine but it’s fine.
I won’t get caught.
Probably.
Ok, so I’m in Spain now and I did almost get caught by the cops, but I also found out that Kiera is wanted by the cops. Which I realize isn’t great but at least I know that they’re here.
I find her at the top of the bell tower with my dear old father whos currently trying to kill her.
That asshole. “Hey dad. You miss me?” I ask and then I punch him hard. Pulling at my stitches some but I’ll worry about that later. He falls over the side.
I look at Kiera who’s staring at me in shock. “Surprise baby. I’m not dead,” and then she grabs me by the front of my shirt and kisses me. Then pulls back and wrinkles her nose.
“You smell,”
“Thank,” and then the sirens start getting closer. “We should run,” I suggest.
“We should,” she agrees. And then we’re running again. But what’s new?