Two bastards in blue left to bloat under the Nebraska summer sun, four felons scattered to the surrounding wilderness, and the only regret Judith carried with her through the humid woods was that those cunts ran off with the guns while she was strangling that fucking pig who wouldn’t stop checking his cellphone.
“Try updating your status now asshole.” Judith quipped snidely as she tore the leg of her jumpsuit free from a bramble. She wished she was still wearing her civilian clothes. The neon orange transit garb they clad them in was bullshit. It reminded her of what hunters wore so they wouldn’t get shot. If anything, it was about to earn her the opposite.
Clothes weren’t the only thing Judith would need. She assembled a mental grocery list of necessities as she slogged through the undergrowth. Jeans, a gun, cash, a stiff drink, but most of all Judith needed a car. Even with the favorable wet weather they had been experiencing, the dogs would eventually catch her scent. She couldn’t travel on foot.
The occasional drone of passing cars grew louder as Judith advanced towards the adjacent road. She could just barely make out their fleeting shapes through the forest line when the rustling behind her sent a spike of electric adrenaline up her spine. She snapped around mid-stride, the garish orange garb catching her eye.
Another felon, but not the one who shot the driver or the other who stole his gun. It was the redhead, the one who did abso-fucking-lutely nothing during the escape. Judith groaned lowly.
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