Happiness in Havoc

"Wait! We're on our way to our deaths?!" I screamed.
"Yep pretty much." Mikey answered nonchalantly.
"Why are you not freaking out?! Is there some thing I'm missing?!" I screamed back.
"Yes actually. You're small enough to simply slip out of the restraints. Advantages of being a short fuck."
"Oh." I answered simply, "Yeah but I can't reach the ground."
"I never said it would be easy. I said it was possible. Remember this though. You do that difficult task, or we both die."
"Oh." I mumbled, more to myself than anyone else, as I tried to slip out of the restraints. Mikey was right, it was difficult, but when i landed on the floor with a thud, I also proved that Mikey was right, and that it was possible too.
"Okay, now get over here, so I can untie your hands." Mikey called out.
After a while of struggling, I managed to get up off of the ground, and then I just stared at Mikey for a little.
"What?" He asked.
"Your hands are tied too. How will you untie me?" I asked.
"Well if you get over here, I can twist until I can reach your hand ties. You'll just have to get pretty close."
I didn't move.
"It's this or death dipshit." Mikey reminded me.
And with that I walked over there, backing up until I felt his hands starting to loosed the ties on my wrists. Eventually I was free, so I started to until him the rest of the way, next thing I knew we were both standing freely in the back of the truck.
"Okay," Mikey started, "now we have to find a way out of the truck... OH!"
"What?" I asked.
And so Mikey stuck his hand down the back of his pants.
"DUDE!" I exclaimed.
"What?" Mikey asked innocently.
"Get your hand out of there we're in a crisis!"
"I was getting my gun." And with that, Mikey pulls his hand out and sure enough, there was a handgun in the palm of his hand.
"The fuck?" I asked.
"Our whole society wears baggy pants so that we can strap weapons to the inside of them, but no one else knows we have them."
"Oh. Strangely smart." I commented.
"I know. My idea. Now let's get out of here." And with that, he shot the handle of the door out the back of the truck and the doors swung open, revealing that the truck we were in was, in fact, moving quite fucking fast. Was Mikey phased though? Nope. He just jumped right fucking out shouting, "Come on shorty!" on his way. I was scared fucking shitless, but nonetheless I jumped out the back of the truck right behind him, tucking into a ball in hopes of cushioning the landing.
Instead I just ended up landing straight on the back of my neck.
"Okay we'll work on that." Mikey says coming over to me, looking completely unharmed.
"No fucking shit!" I practically yell sitting up and rubbing the back of my neck, "Ow."
"Okay, now we have to start heading back and finding the rest of us, so that we don't die here in the middle of the desert." Mikey states.
"Fucking hell."
"What?"
"I didn't even realize we were in the middle of nowhere."
"No it's okay man. I know a couple guys."

Notes

Aha! Three chapters in one day! I'm actually liking how this is coming alone, and I hope you guys do too.
Till next time,
frank.is.love.frank.is.life