Run. Run. Run.

I could hear the troopers behind me, yelling and firing. People watched me run by or maneuvering around them down the sidewalk. I had to find a way to get onto the roof, that's my strategy. Get on the roofs and they'll eventually lose me or try and blend in with the crowd.

As I was running past an alley, there was a familiar looking symbol on the side of a bricked building. Where have I seen it before?

I lost my concentration and tripped over some of the sidewalk sticking out of the ground. I looked over my shoulder to see the troopers catching up. My legs felt stiff and stomach churned from burning off breakfast. I still stood up and tried to make another run until the troopers made it to the alleyway.

A huge burst of fire engulfed the troopers. When the fire died down, the troopers were running around screaming like headless chickens, trying to stop burning to death. Everyone watched with wide eyes as they fell to the ground and their screams went silent. No one moved to help. No one dared to move or speak, like they may have the same fate as the troopers. I was paralyzed to the spot and felt myself shake.

Thankfully, the troopers were the only ones eaten by the fire. Yet, that doesn't mean it scarred any of the youth in the area that watched. Admittedly, I'm scared.

Something laid on my shoulder which made me jump and squeak a little. I quickly turned and saw ponytail standing there.

"Come on, kid," he said gesturing for me to follow. "Before more of them come."

"Why should I? I don't know you," I said, crossing my arms. Somehow, I spoke with more confidence than I feel at the moment.

   "Don't try to act like you're brave or snarky with me," he said, poking me in the chest. "It's either coming with us or having the Empire on your tail until they catch and interrogate you for information that you don't have. Your choice."

   I bit my lip. It was true, yet why would he want to help a street rat out of this? No one has ever did this kind of stuff to get me out of bad situations like this.

   "Times up, you in or out?" he asked anxiously. I knew troopers were coming and the next choice I make could end in success or disaster. I made my choice.

   "Where do we go?" I asked quickly. He ran down the nearest alley and I followed him and couple blocks until finally arriving at that gray RV. Ponytail knocked on the door then eyes peeked through the window and it opened to reveal baldy.

   Ponytail gestured for me to go in first and so I went up the steps. He trailed in behind and shut the door.

   "They're in," the girl called into a room then the RV suddenly jerked and started moving.

   "Welcome on board," Baldy grumbled, "of course, I could of told you that earlier if you actually did the first time around."

   "Zeb layoff..." the girl said and I smirked for a moment feeling victory before she continued, "he's just a kid."

   "You don't look any older than me," I pouted, fixing a glare.

   "How old do you think I am?" She asked angrily.

   "Enough arguing," ponytail said, pinching the bridge of his nose. I huffed and crossed my arms then looked around the RV.

   There was a couch to my right and on the other side was a table. Tessbo was sitting at the table and fiddling with his fingers. He was back to his original tan skin tone. I rolled my eyes then saw a kitchen set on the other side of the RV. Baldy, now known as Zeb, was leaning on what looked like a counter.

   There were two doors in the back then one other one next to the girl in the front. I assumed that it was the driving area.

   "So, you're letting hitch hikers on now?" Zeb asked ponytail.

Ponytail in response sighed saying, "It's been a long day."

"It's going to be longer if we get caught," the girl muttered.

"Keyword: if," ponytail replied. That's when I looked out the window to see imperial bikers chasing us. Something tells me that backup wasn't that far behind either. If they get caught, so do I and there is no way that's happening.

The three kept talking and Tessbo was in a daze. I snuck past everyone and slipped into the driver's area to see a woman driving.

From what I can see, she has short black hair with a faded white streak. Some old, brown googles wrapped around her head. A yellowish, orangish shirt with tight, white sleeves. Her skin was somewhat pale.

   The ground suddenly shook so hard that I grabbed the wall. The woman grunted as the vehicle began to swerve. There were all sorts of other things falling and people screaming from the other room.

Once the woman straighten out the RV, I carefully let go of the wall. A hand grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me out of the room. I looked up to see ponytail. I gave him a sheepish smile then he let go of my shirt and went into the driving area, closing the door.

I turned to see the girl and Zeb glaring at me.

"What? I was curious," I answered truthfully.

Zeb dragged then pushed me next to Tessbo. I rubbed my head while sitting up and glaring at the buff man.

"Sit and don't move," he said grumpily. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms but obeyed seeing that there was no where to go. The girl and Zeb talked quietly to each other while glancing over at us every couple seconds.

How did I end up in this situation in the first place? Oh right, because of Tessbo! He always needs his butt saved and by a kid! How could I be so stupid? Why did I even save him? He's never done anything except leave me to rot on the streets! This was not fair. I could care less what happens to him.

   A sudden jerk of the RV came which meant that we stopped. The door to the driving area opened, ponytail and the woman walked out. I got a better look at the driver of the RV. She has green eyes and long, light brown pants with a belt secured around her waist. Of course, you can't forget the black boots on her feet either.

   "We lost them. Who's this?" She asked, gesturing to me.

   "Kanan decided to bring some extra weight along with us," the girl grumbled, leaning on a wall with crossed arms. Ponytail, who I'm guessing is Kanan, raised his arms in surrender.

   "Guilty as charged," he said rolling his eyes.

   The woman ignored them and walked over  then sat in the seat across from me and Tessbo.

   "What's your name?" She asked.

   "Why is that any of your business?" I asked glaring at her, "I don't even know who you are."

"Alright," she agreed then extended her hand for me to shake continuing, "My name is Hera, I want to welcome you on board the Ghost."

I raised an eyebrow. She named her RV, the Ghost?

"Ezra," I muttered, not totally sure why. Hera pulled her arm back and smiled, "It's nice to meet you, Ezra. I'm guessing you and Tessbo know each other?"

"Yeah," I responded.

Hera was kind but also smart. I had to keep my an eye out on her.

"La cura. La cura. La cura." I groaned, here we go again.

"Would you shut up! No one can understand you!" I said almost yelling.

"Wait, say that again," the girl said, suddenly walking over and resting her hands on the table.

"La cura," Tessbo repeated.

"What's he saying?" Ponytail asked the girl.

"Tessbo, debe entregar información sobre la cura para los infectados," he said, blinking a couple of times.

   The girl's eyes widen.

   "Sabine, what's he saying?" Hera asked the girl, now known as Sabine.

   "He says that...he has information on the cure for the Infected."

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