Good idea, I thought. I was startled, shocked, from all that was happening, but it was probably best to put as much space between myself and this place as possible.

I didn't know these people at all, barely spoke to them, if at all, and I wasn't sure if I could trust any of them. We were all in the same boat though. Even if these people were total scum, this guy, or maybe the others, might know a bit about the situation...and why those men in that power armor, Maniacles, who I made up for an rp and fit the exact description in my head and in my posts, had captured us.

So I ran after him, not knowing where he was going, but hoping for the best.

In the distance, a car was coming our way. I didn't know if it was a vehicle for those odd soldiers with the eerily familiar name, or just a regular ass car. Even if it was a vehicle for them, there was no escaping them anyway. I mean, here we all were, in a desert, nowhere to really hide, and on foot. So, I ran towards the vehicle, along the side of the road, of course waving at them.

And as the car, a jeep, was coming closer, I saw it was an odd shade of green, not camo. Definitely not a military vehicle and probably not a car for those mercs.