In the truck

“Rebecca we don’t know who is and why he is bleeding!” A voice spat and opening my eyes heard, “He was running from something, maybe he can tell us why the hell we can’t get out of this damn place!” I coughed and seeing the drip attached to my arm said, “Where the hell are we?” the woman looked down said, “You have a fever, Shaun stitched you up...again but what are you doing running along the road?” I sat up and seeing the truck drive past the church yelled, “Stop! I need to help!” the driver looked back and grabbing my rifle snapped, “Please there is someone who needs help there!” Rebecca told the driver to stop and looking out there we could see the gun fire shoot from the spire, “Shaun, what should we do?”