I began to run down the long, dirt driveway which was now mud due to the pouring rain.
BOOM!
I jumped. I mean, thunder didn't actually scare me but I was definitely jumpy due to the whole sneaking-away thing.
I kept running. The driveway wound through a thick, green forest and I feared that someone was watching me, waiting for me from its shadows. I kept glancing over my shoulders and into the forest. I didn't see anything so far but I still wasn't planning on letting my guard down.
I finally made it to the end of the driveway and saw the highway that it lead to. I stepped up to the edge of the highway and glanced to the right and then to the left. No cars. No one. Nothing. That was good but where do I go now?
Then I noticed that on the opposite side of the highway grew a cornfield that stretched in both directions as far as I could see. If there was a cornfield, that means there was a farm and that means there must be a barn somewhere, right? I prayed that I was right because I needed to get out of this drenching rain quickly before I catch an illness. The rain had already soaked through all my layers of clothing and my teeth were chatting. I had to hurry.
I sprinted across the road and ran straight into the cornfield. I just kept running straight. And straight. And straight some more.
Finally, and to my relief, I reached the other end of the cornfield and as I had hoped stood a barn. I quickly ran into its shelter. The barn was clearly old and had a few holes in the roof where the rain leaked through but for the most part, it was fine. And dry.
I quietly explored the barn to make sure I was alone. That's when I noticed that a path lead form the barn doors to a small farmhouse not too far away. I just hoped that I wouldn't be detected.
I eventually found a stack of hay in the furthest corner of the barn that I could use as a make shift bed. It might not be the most comfortable thing around, but it definitely beats sleeping on the ground.
I opened my backpack and pulled out a sweater and laid it over the haystack. I sat on it and grabbed my backpack to use as a pillow. Like I said, it wasn't the most comfortable.
I just closed my eyes and surprisingly, I fell asleep in a flash.
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