Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 2)

Okay so right off the bat, I want to say that my body is screaming at me right now. I didn’t mention this in the last post but Carl has been putting Nick and me through some really intense combat training. I won’t deny that it has benefited us. I mean up until about eight months ago, I could never do an action roll. Nor did I ever look as fit as I do now.

Lately, he’s been trying to teach us how to backflip and frontflip, along with some parkour techniques. So far most of our attempts haven’t been successful. I’ve fallen face down more times than I can count now. I think we’re at least starting to get the hang of it, though so there’s that. Since I’ve gotten that off my chest, I’ll pick up where I left off yesterday.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened over the next week. I tried doing things to distract myself, only to find my mind wandering back to the subject. Nick’s voice had returned to normal by then and his bruises were gone. Nothing really eventful happened for a little while after that. Then shit hit the fan again.

“Hey, Carl?” I said.

“Hm?” He replied in the passenger seat.

Nick was the one driving and at the time it was well into the night. He and Carl rotated driving duties. I would have helped with that if it weren’t for my leg. All I could really…