I sat down in a seemingly okay bushed area, it's dark so I'd stay pretty hidden. You would think id be paranoid of a wild animal waiting to attack, but that's obviously not a big concern right now. But don't think that means I wasn't cautious. I've seen plenty of horror films in my time to know to watch out. And it just so happens I'm living one right now, I always laughed those things off. I feel slightly sympathetic for the main characters now.
I heard a truck creeping along the road, a man yelling something I couldn't make out. I pulled up my hood and crouched down lower hoping to go unnoticed. I held my breathe for nearly two minutes before it passed completely, signaling me safety.
I began to walk down the road in hope of finding a nearby gas station, or home even. That is I find the courage to trust the house, it could be haunted or owned by a psychopath for that matter.
A few miles down I heard a strange, not very humanly noise. This turned me into a Olympic runner as I began to sprint. I'm paranoid, very paranoid.
Growing tiresome after doing the most exercise I've ever done in my entire period of existence, I stopped and just sat off to side of the pavement.
I crawled in the bushes knowing I needed the rest. closing my eyes I felt an alarmingly warm breath against my breath.
" No one escapes. " a gruff voice whispered before knocking me out.
