Chapter 1.
To tell you the truth, I’m lost, I don’t know what to do anymore. How long can I keep this up? How long can I survive? And even if I do, then what? What next? Will It ever be over?
I woke up with a vibration coming from the pocket of my pants.
It was my cell phone.
The alarm went off, 6 AM.
I slowly raised from the blanket on the floor, Cracked my neck, wobbled around for a few minutes.
Tired.
I walked over to my backpack, unzipped it, and grabbed a bottle of water.
I drank it quickly.
Then looking back in the bag, searching for something to eat.
I found one of my last little packets of nuts.
I ate them.
Zipped my backpack back up, tossed it over my shoulder.
Leaned over and picked up my .41 magnum, strapped it under my belt.
Picked up my machete that was laying on the ground right beside where I was sleeping.
Put it over my back with the makeshift holster I made for it.
Listened carefully.
Nothing.
Slowly crept out of the old abandoned house that I stayed at that night.
The air was crisp and cold.
I put my hood over my head.
Like that’s going to do anything…
Looked around the open field.
Nothing.
Walked over to my 08 Silverado.
Opened the door, tossed my backpack in the passenger seat.
Closed the door and started the car up.
Started driving towards Florida.
Again.
I’ve been doing this for how long now? Seven, Eight months? Hell, and I think I’m still in Canada…Florida seam’s so far…It IS so far…
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud moaning noise.
How stupid of me to think today was going to be boring…
