That night in Samaus's sleep he was dreaming...
Running...
Trees...
Yelling and screaming...
Blood pumping in my viens...
Breathing harsh beyond compare...
It's dark...
So very dark...
Only a little light was shown from the moon and the...
Torches...
I don't understand...
Why am I running?
Why won't anyone listen to my pleas!
IM INNOCENT!!!!!!
A mob of citizens with pitchforks, guns, and torches were chasing the running male.
A gun went off and all the boy heard was the bullet hitting flesh.
Pain...
So much pain...
I got shot didnt I?
How is that possible?!
The boy trips and falls down a hill.
He hits his head and blacks out into darkness.
The boy wakes up the next morning.
He was sore, and hurting like crazy. He even felt dizzy from his blood loss.
The boy gets up and tries to stop the bleeding well enough.
He walks away from the place looking for someplace new.
A new beginning...
Or...
A last stand?
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Samuas wakes up with sweat making his clothes stick to him like glue.
A new day shall begin today...
I hope...
