Still home

Day one The stiring

The mud splashes up in my face as I'm running and the rain saws into my face washing away the newly arriving mud and blood. Kup runs at my side swaying in and out dodging menacing tree trunks. The sight of my beloved friend looking as worn as I am is to much to bear. I feel as if my lungs have been set on fire. I thought I was safe till I slipped on the mud and rock and was amerced into a sea of black.

I get up normally with my oversized dog huddled with me inside of my sleeping-bag. The campfire I had last night is all but coals. I am but a mile or so away from the hi-way leading to grand junction. It is late spring and the climate is starting to warm, despite the bipolar weather of Colorado. I put my hands to my face and notice how cold it is compared to my hands that were in my sleeping bag. I rub my hands and push them close to the warm remains of the fire. I get up and roll my sleeping bag into my back pack. Kup my dog has been wondering around since I started packing up I whistle to him and he trots if next to me. He's a short hair Weimaraner with a blue-ish tinted coat and baby blue puppy dog eyes. We start heading west back words the road. I noticed how tattered and torn my clothe were. My patched up blue jeans and sewn Metallica t-shirt. The only thing I have that are good to keep us my black hoodie and beanie that keeps me warm. My dog looks at me hope full for food but isn't hurt when I come up empty handed for both of us. There's objective to my trek. There's nowhere in going. I'm just getting away from a nightmare I was finally smart enough to escape without a trace. My "captors" probably haven't even realized I'm gone because they know I never came out of my cave anyways. After a few hours of hiking you could hear and faintly see cars and trucks moving behind the trees. North is grand junction were I plan on resting and stocking up for a few days. I have about 300$ and the first thing I'm buying is food and a new set of clothes. Onward I go with kup at my side.