"Hey, you need a shower?"​

     "Uh, yeah, you know what? That sounds great. I've got mud all over my..." 

     "The bathroom's the only other door besides the one leading out."

     Trevor waited until he was all the way in the bathroom before he closed the door and turned on the light. It seemed to him that, for the time being at least, Adam wanted it as dark as possible. He unwrapped a tiny bar of motel soap, got the shower water as hot as he could, and hopped in. Oh yeah, that was exactly what he needed. The soap stung him where he'd been cut, but still...It seemed like a great idea to Trevor to just stand under that hot water and...

     A knock on the door. It was Gramps. 

     "Get your clothes back on," he said. "Hurry. They're after us."

CONTINUE