Juniper was used to Azu looping their arms together and the pair moving as a single unit, by now. The odd sensation Juniper had for most of the night intensified when the pair moved outside the club. “Something’s wrong,” the words flew out of Juniper’s lips without hesitation. Juniper barely heard Azu come to the same conclusion.
Glancing about in the moonlight, the eerie silence enveloping Juniper, reminding her of another day when terror and horror caused her country to freeze in place. Trauma was experienced differently for people. Some fought, some ran, some froze, and still, others decided to fawn and placate the situation to avoid conflict. Juniper was surprised her analytical brain was still working at this point. During these times Juniper was known to have a freeze response. She would literally not be able to move until the logical part of her brain could make sense of the situation, and thus what was happening now.
The collapse of buildings around her didn’t pull her back to the reality that was all around the pair. Juniper just couldn’t understand what was going on, she couldn’t grasp what could have caused this.
“We have to go. Right now.”
Azu’s words caused Juniper to blink and see the horrors around them at face value. She quickly glanced around and her eyes locked onto a vehicle that was way too expensive for Juniper to ever think about owning. “I know how to hotwire, can you drive a stick shift?”
Juniper let go of Azu’s arm and quickly crossed to the black 2016 Jaguar F-Type. Juniper was in awe of the craftsmanship of this vehicle. After a quick survey of the vehicle, she was pleased the sports car’s convertible roof was down, that was something they could easily fix once the car started. A curse left Juniper’s lips and she quickly walked to the trunk. She would need a tool kit for this. “Before you ask, I didn’t always have money. I also had a father and evil stepmother that couldn’t care less about what I did or if I was even alive.” Juniper quickly launched into an explanation. “I didn’t have the most wholesome friends, growing up.” Juniper quickly spoke as she traced the trunk trying to find a keyhole, no luck the only way to open it would be to get this car running. “I need screwdriver and wire cutters.” Juniper leaned against the car, thinking.