I ran up the next slope to an other recently upturned field. Cursing and panting. I lay in one of the ruts looking up at the sky.
I was seen. No.
I was breathing hard, and my lungs were starting to burn again. They had been burning off and on, but usually after I had been running for a long time.
I looked up at the sky.
The stars are so bright and pretty... Maybe I'll just stay-NO! Gotta get up gotta get up go keep going dont give up.
I rolled onto my side, pushing myself up with my hands and knees, cursing again as I remembered I had just thrown George away, my sanity. I stumbled through the field, almost zombie like. Since it was raised higher then the road, by the time I got to the middle, when a car passed, I didn't have to crouch down or lay in a rut in the ground. I tried to control my pain as my right leg started to get really stiff, and with every step I took the pain increased.
An other house, no good coverage ugh.
As I walked closer to the next house, a car started to come towards me. I ran and crouched behind a stump, turning onto the other side as the car passed. I smiled to myself. I'd used this tactic a lot back at home, a long time ago. As kids we played in the forest beside my house. We had an unspoken rule that every time a car passed by on the road we all had to hide. So growing up with that, you learn little tricks. One time I remember when I was at camp, we were playing this weird game, and we had to gather puzzle pieces for a map. It was a little bit stupid, and most of the kids didn't want to play. But it was night time, and I got to explore forests, so I was up for it. I was by myself, and two guards were coming (the guards if they caught us would make us do a silly thing like sing or dance etc) One had their phone light on, and there was no way I could escape without them seeing me. So I stayed still and quiet behind a tree and as they moved I did, then went behind them, got the puzzle piece and brought it back. I was pretty proud of myself, to bad no one else cared. But anyway, the car was past, so I jogged onto the road, crossing over to the other side and... Oh joy, Cornfield.
there was a tree line after the ditch, then the cornfield. I stayed in between the tree line and the cornfield. It was now completely dark, not that it affected me though, my eyes were very well adjusted. I crouched as a car went by, the lights were so bright. I cringed as an other one passed, I hate these lights, they're way to bright.
I walk on through the cornfield, coming to an other house. The coverage isn't good, so I have to army crawl the whole lawn. I stop in a shadow to catch my breath, while watching the house, still on my belly. More bright lights on the house, but it looks silent, like everyone is asleep, like everything is asleep here. My tiredness takes over, and I just lay there on my belly, thinking... About the darkness, and walking... And go.
I push myself up and roll into the coverage of a tree, pulling myself up, so now I'm standing. I take one last look at the house, then shoot down past the driveway and lawn, now I'm in an other cornfield. And I have nothing to protect myself, not even a measly old stick that gives a false sense of safety, George is gone. But I gotta go.
Even though I'm tired, I pull all my energy together, by pure will, and jog through this field. I hear a dog, wolf, or coyote howl in the distance, near the back of the cornfield. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, I finally know what that means and what it feels like when writers write that in their stories. But other than that, it doesn't faze me. I keep jogging through the field, even though every fibre in my whole body is screaming at me to stop, and give up. My right leg is getting worse, and I'm starting to get a slight limp. But I feel none of the pain, well I do, my brain just doesn't receive it. The end of the field comes, and now there's a chunk of land with thick thick brush, after that is a house. I climb an other metal fence, landing near a big fallen tree. I pull myself onto the big tree and walk along it with my arms outstretched. I jump down to the ground, pushing through the dense vines and bushes. Some thorns scrape against my legs, clinging to my pants. I grunt as the sharp tiny spikes dig into my skin. They won't leave a mark, and there probably won't be any visible blood, but it still hurts. I carefully pull the vines away, pricking my finger. But its what I gotta do to get free, so I continue to remove the vines, and continued on my journey.
I now come to an other house, this one is on the corner. When we drive, this is where we turn. There are thin trees growing on the other side of the house, I guess these people wanted to live in a forest. I used the coverage I could and made my way over to these thin trees, then there was a field. It was empty, but had small trees planted near the road, in about ten years this place could be a forest. I walked along here, and when cars came by, I laid or crouched down around these small trees. Now this property ended, and there was a thick tree line, and a metal fence after that. It was strange though, there was a huge house that might have been three or more floors, I don't quite remember, but the strange part was they had a wooden fence at the front of their property, even though they had metal fence on the sides. I climbed through the trees and brush, coming up to the point where the fences met. A car went by, so I found a comfortable spot on the ground. I was so sleepy now, and tired. My whole body ached all over, my limbs were so stiff, and I was shivering a little, because it was so cold.
Maybe if I just stay here...
I slowly leaned against one of the posts and closed my eyes, feeling sleep surround me.
Just a few minutes...
I snapped awake as a car drove by.
No! No sleep I'll never wake up again...
I rubbed my eyes, as I waited for a final car to pass, then used the fence to pull myself up, hopping up and over the fence. I crawled along the inside of the wooden fence, being careful and always watching the house, but also being observant of the road, always listening. Always scanning, always listening. I made it to the end, rolling under the wood fence and into the ditch as a car came by, then using the trees in the yard to cross it, traveling through the ditch again, and then into a tree field, which I liked.
Good coverage from the cars on the road all I gotta do is crouch down, but good sight, I'm not blind here. I could still see if a wild animal was coming to attack me.
It was so quiet, like the whole world was asleep.
I pushed on through this wonderful tree field, coming to an other tree line, which I cheerfully pushed through, until I looked up. Fear returned to my heart, it hadn't been there since I had last seen a human, because all the rest was just paranoia.
It's the creepy weird barn
My heart started pounding faster.
I gotta keep going...
I slowly walked forward, straining my eyes, looking for any movement, and listening intently for any alarming sounds. I don't know if it was because of the creepy atmosphere, my tiredness, or if things were actually real. My ears started playing tricks on me. My heart started pounding faster and faster in my chest. As I approached the run down barn, the rusty old buses, the old farmhouse, the random buildings that didn't seam to fit in... And I had to go through all this.
I was now behind the barn, the only thing stopping me from getting out of this place was a dried up river. I carefully navigated my way through, being very careful of snakes, mice water etc. I grabbed the dry long grass on the bank to pull myself up the steep slope, but when I grabbed the grass it sent sharp stabbing pain through my hands, I flinched as the grass cut my hands, just little scratches though, now I was on the other side. I pushed through a rundown field with random broken down metal machinery, being careful not to impale myself. I was blocking out the fear so much, and swearing to keep me from going crazy, so much so, that I barely noticed when I got to the end. There was a house, then the sports fields. The only thing now stopping me was a very deep ditch. There was a thick carpet of leaves at the bottom, and, myself being to eager to leave this wretched place, jumped directly into the ditch. As soon as my feet landed, I heard a splash, and quickly scrambling up the other side of the ditch. My shoes were soaked.
