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Your head was pounding, but this was nothing new. Headaches came with hunger, lack of sleep, and stress, and you fell under all three categories. You had been on the run for weeks with only the clothes on your back, literally. You had no weapons, no money, no food. You weren’t proud of yourself, but for the past few weeks you had been stealing fruit from the market that was near the safe house.
The safe house.
The safe house that wasn’t safe anymore.
Your eyes snapped open, muscles tense and ready to run.
“Ah-ah, no!” Someone chastised, pushing your upper body back down.