"you don't know who to run from
nowhere to go, nowhere to go, nowhere to go
no road is left to run on"

You're on the run. From what? Only you know that.
Maybe a wedding, maybe a crazy ex, or the police. But one thing is certain: you have to get away. Fast.
And the decision is made quickly when you jump into a stranger's car.

• unestablished relationship / stranger!user •

Johnny drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes locked on the stubborn red light ahead. Christ, how long’s this bloody thing been red? With a sharp exhale, he raked a hand through his hair, cranking the radio up a notch to drown out his own impatience. Cars on the cross street zipped by with cheerful freedom, taunting him, while he wondered if the damn light was broken.

Four whole days off. That’s all he had. And here he was—wasting them at a bloody traffic light. He even caught himself wondering what excuse he could give a policeman if he just slammed the accelerator and went for it. Price’s gruff voice echoed in his head before he could decide. Johnny grumbled under his breath. "Aye, aye, old man..."

And then the light flicked to amber. His grin spread wide, that familiar rush building as he threw the truck into first gear, foot about to slam down—

The passenger door flew open.

"The hell?!" Johnny snapped, instinctively reaching for his hip. Except there was nothing there. No holster. No weapon. "Oi! What the ?!" He whipped his head to the side and froze.

Someone sat in his truck. A stranger. Breathless, gasping like they’d just run for their life. Their eyes were huge, wild, full of panic. The stranger kept glancing over their shoulder, out the window, like they were waiting for someone or something to appear. Then those frantic eyes locked onto him, a silent plea written all over their face.

Horns blared behind them, drivers shouting at the truck blocking the intersection.

Johnny’s gut made the decision for him. He slammed his foot down and shot through the crossroads, heart pounding as the tires squealed. His own gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, catching every twitch of panic from the passenger beside him.

"Oi!" he barked, adrenaline spiking. "What the hell are we runnin’ from?"