Hearing screamings and moanings behind, Jack slowed down and looked back over his shoulder.

- My leg! Aaah! I broke my fucking leg!

His persuer was now laying on a ground squirming in pain. Aparently the rest of the gang couldn't keep up with Jacks their pace and eventually lost their trail.

Jack took a moment to take his breath and cautiously came closer to the raggedly dressed teenager.

- Why were you chasing me?

- My leg! I broke my leg because of you, fucker! Take me to the hospital!

- Who are you? What do you want from me?

Impatient for the answer, Jack kicked guy's broken appendage.

- Aaah! Fuck! Huf... huf... You're dead! It's because you're dead. We came to take you.

- What do you mean, "dead"?

- Your AR dropped below 3. Your missing post got over a million upvotes. That's how you die. What are you, stupid?

- What the hell are you talking about? What's all this bullshit?

"Hay! Guys! Over here!" - the rest of the gang appeared by the other side of the fence. Having no time for questions anymore, Jack resumed to running.

- What happened, Spade?

- I broke my fucking leg jumping from that cunt-ass fence, that's what happened! You two! Go get him! Not you, Joke. Help me to get up...

Years of drinking, for sure, have taken their toll of Jack's physical abilities, but feeling like total garbage every seven days a week has brought his mind to unexpected solutions on the other hand. When the scene cleared the lid of a garbage bin situated right behind the corner poped up, finally giving Jack an access fresh air.

"Those jerks are not so smart, after all."

It was almost getting dark, and thoughts started filling Jack's head as he was slowly walking along empty side-street. All he wanted to do is go back home and spend the rest of the night clinging to the bottle. Just hide, just pretend nothing's happening. All this shit was too much for him to deal with right now. But he knew he couldn't. They knew his address, and considering how relentless they were on trying to catch him, they probably would be waiting for him there.

The wave of anxiety rushed through Jack's body making him to halt in place. Suddenly he has found himself on a verge of a panic attack.

Feeling the unbearable weight of reality that has descended upon him now, he sat down. All his attempts to calm his breathing were futile. For a moment he felt himself as if being buried alive within an endless depth of soil. All his being cringed, ready to burst out with childish crying the very next moment. But he new — the only way — is to endure. With some ease he remembered the recent chase, seldom moments of clarity in his head it had brought... No time to think, no time to contemplate all possible and impossible mistakes... Just run for your life and use whatever you can to put yourself at least one step further.

"Ok, Jack. I'll take care of you."

Something warm moved within him. He stood upright and took a deep breath. He zipped up his jacket and raised his eyes looking at flickering lights of the main street.