"Robert! Bobert! Look! Look! A dead man!"
I awoke instantly, sweat pouring down my face and bloodshot eyes. I've been having the same dream for 2 weeks now, and nothing new ever happens. Just the same faceless boy and the same facless deceased man. I checked the alarm clock: "6:30". I better get ready, the bus will be leaving soon.
Its been the same routine for the past several weeks now, move to one town, stay for 3days, then move again. I have to stay on the move. Or I'll be caught.
The bus was late, it had been delayed because of some pile up on the highway. I had a feeling that the "pile up" wasnt accidental. No, it seemed to perfect. But they wouldnt make a move in a place like this, would they? But my question was answered as a electric shock went up my spine and into my head, I instantly passed out.
Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:29 am