A Fugitives Life!

A fugitive on the run!

I, Mark who crept up to the most ancient looking house in my entire life with caution. After having a victorious escape from sector 4 it was a nightmare. “Sharing with an over grown beast of a man who needs to lay of the brownies”. Whilst I was trying to break in without drawing attention I finally broke in.

Whilst I was scavenging for something to wear, I just kept an eye out for any cars but they were no to be seen. I looked up the spiral of stairs which went up like an illusion I was terrified to terrified to even sleep but I finally managed it when suddenly........”Knock......knock.......knock”

“BOOM!”  Blending with the local’s,

........ Five minutes later I found a man who I slaughtered happily with a samurai sword repeatedly, it was very amusing. I stole his clothes and was mostly able to blend in with the community. They was so strange and so obnoxious to me I thought I was a brick wall. Suddenly I met this girl who was very positive and was very considerate with some unusual talents which I could use in my plan of destruction. (2 hours later) the police came yet again searching for me but there was only one police man which came by. Which I thought it was peculiar I went to... What do they call it now? Oh yes go check on the perimeter if there was an intruder or even worse a policeman.

The next day when I went back into town the police were there everywhere so I didn’t run but I just walked very pace fully up the old road and into the back window of the ancient looking house................... Someone was there but whom? Planning for destruction!

Whilst I was eager to find out who was there in that most ancient house of mine..... It was the girl who has the most unusual talents.... “Hello there I’m the one who talked to you yesterday, whilst the rest of the local’s were being obnoxious to you! I thought it was peculiar that you came down and back up on to the old road. My guess is that you want to do a plan of destruction to throughout the government and try to be some sort of control am I right?” (It all went silence) “I’m sorry can you say it again for me you spoke like a cheetah. Also I didn’t get your name!” “How so sorry my name is Madeline..... Madeline Smithies....What is yours?”  “Mark..... Mark shufflebottem it’s a privilege to meet you!  Ok now let’s get planning for our destruction........”Wait you came from sector 4 like me didn’t you?