3rd POV
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As Y/N sat in the car, they would look outside the window. At this point, they were just accepting fate. They knew nobody would save them, nobody.
The two men in front would look back at Y/N by the rearview mirror. The thick browed man started laughing, not later did the other start. "I really doubt this is the person Pat." The Thick browed man claimed. "Nah, they're probably related to them. It's good enough."Said the other, preferably known as Pat, maybe Patrick? Possibly. It was mainly them just laughing. Y/N would soon start falling asleep. That's when the thick Brower man spoke. "Hey, no sleeping." He barked. Y/N would groan.
Y/N's pov.
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Ugh. Really? I'm possibly gonna die, but I can't take one last nap before I do? That's not fair. Like...really unfair. Y/N would start falling asleep. They couldnt help it. They heard talking,but they couldn't quite make out the words, so they just slept.
Patryks Pov
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As I drove, Paul would continue babbling. I never understood why he was so talkative, to be honest, it was annoying. I wanted to be the one talking,not driving, but Nooo, Paul had to loose his licence for crashing the plane. Stupid Paul.
Too short! Its hurts ;~;//
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