He awoke to this new life standing up. A click and the rumble of an engine snapped him awake. It was dark.
Caesar put his hands out to feel for walls and shivered when his fingertips met the cold metal of the surrounding walls.
He was now in a corner. Another click, louder; closer.
Light rushed in as the door slowly creeped open. He was in a cargo truck.
Using the blinding light to his advantage he waited for his vision to adjust then searched the area.
A creaky floorboard. He reached down and wrapped his fingertips around the wood. With all his force he snapped the thin board in two.
A stench filled the truck, the same smell that he found sifting through allies in Honduras.
He looked out the crack in the door to realize he was moving. A deal.
He pried open the door with nothing but his muscles, and finally when it was opened as much as it could be.
"Me no do drugs!"
He jumped out of the truck in a tuck and roll and landed right in the road and was hit by a bus.
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Caesar's American Dream
RandomMy name is Caesar, I was born in Honduras but currently live and work in the big apple. Read the story to find out more! I wrote this so long ago... Just for fun guys... Plz don't judge me
