The Extinct by Victor Methos

looking up facts about them: cost of living, ties with the United States, cost of a one way ticket there. Mexico was cheap and the law was flexible but it was too close to the United States. Europe was too expensive for how little money he had. He thought about just going to another state but decided against it since if he was even pulled over for a traffic ticket a warrant for murder would show.
    There was one place he kept coming back to: Bangkok Thailand. It was one of the most populated cities in the world and a big tourist spot; he could blend right in. He found a last minute one-way ticket for three hundred dollars out of JFK in two days and reserved a seat online, printed the ticket, and rushed out of the library.
    When he was on the steps of the front entrance, he froze. His passport was at the dorms.

 
     
    CHAPTER
    15
     
     
    Eric sat on the stone steps of the library in the pouring rain, hardly noticing that he was soaked from his hair to his shoes. Jason wasn’t answering and he couldn’t trust anyone else to bring the passport to him without alerting the police that were no doubt combing the campus for him.
    He had no connections to get a phony passport; this was his only shot to leave the country. It was a risk he had to take. The water dripped from his bangs into his eyes and he wiped at them and stood up, grabbed his gym bag, and walked to the bus stop.
    It took nearly twenty minutes for the bus to come and by this time Eric was shivering and unable to keep his teeth still. When he got on he changed shirts and tried to dry his hair. There wasn’t anybody on the bus and about half-way to the university campus the driver, an elderly man with a constant scowl on his face and his name printed on his belt, pulled into a side-street and unbuckled his seat belt. He walked to the nearest seats, and lay down.
“What’re you doing?” Eric said.
“Break.”
“Are you joking? I’ve gotta be somewhere.”
“You got legs asshole.”
    Eric stormed off the bus back into the rain. The campus was a good mile away and he started a slow jog. The sidewalks were cracked and uneven, making running difficult and dangerous; the last thing he needed was a twisted ankle. He eventually reached the campus and waited across the street from the main parking lot, just watching the cars come in and out. He popped another Lortab and checked the bandage on his shoulder. The ten stitches felt like a zipper going up his arm but there was no blood; only swelling and tenderness.
    There weren’t any squad cars around but he knew detectives wouldn’t drive those. He saw a group of people running onto campus from a nearby coffee shop and he tagged close behind them as if part of the group.
    They made their way past the Field House gym and around the library. Eric left the group and sprinted into the library. He walked calmly across the linoleum floors, his soaked shoes squeaking with each step, and out another set of glass doors on the other side. The dorms were just across a small grass enclosure.
    The dorms were cold but dry and Eric stood in the entryway for a minute building up his courage. He peeked down the hall; it was empty. There was music coming from somewhere, heavy bass thumping the walls. Slowly, he started his way down.
    Each sound was like an alarm going off and he’d stop and listen whenever he heard something. There was an argument coming from a room up ahead, a girl on the phone yelling over some indiscretion that happened the previous weekend. Two doors down was his room.
    His stomach was fluttering from adrenaline as he walked down and stopped at his door. He put his ear to it and listened, plugging up the other one with his finger. It was silent. He put in his key and unlocked it.
    The room was a little messier than he’d left it but other than that it looked the same. There were no dirty shoe prints on the carpet or anything else indicating a lot of people had come through. He ran to the closet and began throwing