Arriving in a flashy muscle car another person saw me in an alleyway. My heart was beating out of my chest to try and decipher if it was friend or foe then he said.
 "Hurry up and get in".
There was no time to find out his intentions, any offer of help was appreciated and I was in no position to argue. The searing pain of the cauterized wound hadn’t mattered as I gained as much energy as I could and ran to get into the car.