Hide and think.

As you speed away from the casino you know full well the cops will be on you in no time, you just very obviously stole a car, and an easy to recognize one at that. With everything you have seen you also know you need a car of your own. Hell looking down at your bare legs, your pussy just peeking out from under your long shirt, and pushing down on the petals of the car with your bare feet, you know you need a lot of things. “Ok, so I have to ditch the car fast, find some clothes, and find something to save me from the monsters. No problem.” Then as your tummy growls once again you are reminded that you haven't eaten either, and if the clock in the car is right, it is just after 3:00pm. Racing down the road you pass a lot of warehouses and trucking places, or some other industrial activity, you have no idea really. Finally you hit a residential neighborhood that doesn't exactly look wealthy, and spotting a police car you quickly turn right down a side road. A tiny bit of panic sets in, but a block down the road you spot something and have an idea, an open garage with no car in sight or anyone looking. Hoping someone isn't home, you turn into the driveway and pull all the way into the garage. Hopping out of the car you run around it and knock hard on the door. Ten seconds pass without even a sound and you grow a tad more bold and hit the button that lowers the garage door. Standing there in someones garage you finally feel a tiny bit safe, if only till someone comes home and shoots you for home evasion that is.

Looking around you decide not to break into the house, you are in enough trouble as it is, and survey what is here. You don't see anything particularly valuable in the garage, only basic crap to take care of a yard, a lawn mower, some oil, a half empty gas can, and a few pairs of old looking shoes. None of them seem to be even close to something you could wear, but a pair of yellow flip flops prove to be close enough to be worth stealing. Popping the trunk of the Mustang, you again find nothing to exciting, but more than you expected. There is a very small tool box, and a couple of plastic bags from a grocery store. Looking in the first you find only cat food, litter, and a box of laundry soap. The second bag is a little more odd, seven boxes of steel wool, some dish soap, and finally a box of crackers. You pull out the crackers and set them on the roof, then shut the trunk. Next you turn your attention to the inside of the car. The back seat is full of some junk, old fast food containers and some bottles. The glove compartment doesn't open. It isn't locked, it just won't open. Curious you feel around and under the bottom to the right of a little amplifier, you feel a little latch and click it. The glove compartment clicks open, revealing a bit of a surprise. Inside you find a small wooden box, a revolver, and two speed loaders each holding 6 bullets. “Holy shit.” Is all you can say as you pull out the rather small brushed silver revolver. Looking it over you see stamped on the roughly two inch barrel are .327 magnum on one side and Taurus on the other. Setting it on the roof you open the box. Inside is a small sack of what you assume is cocaine, another sack you are sure is weed, a small metal pipe, and a lighter. “Well huh. They might not call the cops about this car after all.” Shutting the door you set the box on the roof as well. “Then again this car is valuable, and people are pretty damned stupid. Fuck do I keep it or head out on foot?” It isn't like anyone is answering but it seems to help asking out loud all the same.