Sixty-seven

Stella POV.

I ran and I ran some more, I tried to avoid the car, and the fight behind me, but they had me on some kind of highway, this whole country is made up of green spaces, they have more trees than anything else, and they don't have many people around, or maybe the wolves and vampires ate half of the people around here.

I tried to wave to the nearest car, stopping the one that was going in the opposite direction of the fight, sadly for me the car ignored me, so I kept on running down the road, no other car passed by, and I was running for a while, I hoped they killed each other, I hoped that they caused each other enough harm to keep them busy for as long as it takes to get someone to pick me up, anyone to get me off the street and away from them.

"Help! Help!" I yelled and waved at a truck coming my way, it's not my first choice or pick, but my choices were very limited.

"Are you okay girl?" the truck driver asks, opening the window, looking at me confused.

"No, I need help ple