Chapter 3Chapter 33 years ago in Writing More Like This
The car came to a halt after a long series of drafts and turns. Maya slid open the side door and stepped outside. Paul stared outside; they arrived at the entrance of the tube.
"We will go by train from here, love." Maya said.
"You want me, a walking disease, in a public area?"
"Ah..." Maya gave a facepalm gesture as she waved her other hand, "Please refrain from puking in the train."
"Why not just..."
"Go by the van? There are places that only the train can reach, love."
"But I really don't..."
Maya suddenly pointed a pistol between Paul's eyebrows.
"I don't mind, honestly." Maya glare down at Paul, "It's much easier for me as well, since I can give up saving your life."
Paul unwilling got off the van; he was feeling worse every step he took.
"Good choice, love."
Paul's nauseous feeling increased as they entered the entrance of the tube.
"You had no intention to kill me back there."
Maya gave a light chuckle at Paul's comment.