No, run?

The idea of being sold trumps intelligence and you bolt. That is when you discover something cool, you are fast. Combined with the head start the junk gives you and you are quickly out of sight and running down broken streets lined with long dead buildings. Sadly you can hear him coming, getting farther away sure, but still at least you are outdistancing him. A bit later you hear voices ahead and hide.

“Found two cans, what did you get?” A thickly male voice asks.

A second more youthful sounding male voice answers, “A chill box with four colas.”

“Nice.” Peaking you see two men, one about 18-24 wearing what looks like riot gear, the other about twice his age wearing a reinforced biking helmet, leather jacket, and coveralls. You hide for a few minutes watching them string cans around their little camp.