I was running again. Not with the hope of escaping my head and this awful world, but with the hope to live. I was not running as recklessly as before. Mr. Keith told me I was loud and apparently that was how he fond me but I think he found me on accident. Accident or not, anyone could find me if I keep running the way I was.
I had no idea were I was but I had to find my friends. I had thought about them in most of my free time. But with trying to survive an apocalypse and everything, I had little time to think.
I slowed to a jog as I got to a opening. Then a bridge. Than I saw it. A little hut. Or maybe a shack? I looked up to see a path that I knew very well. I was at the school behind my dad's house. I went to the little hut that I had seen so many times before but had never explored.
Inside was a black bag, that camouflaged quite nicely into the ground, and a rifle. Who ever left this stuff was going to be back soon or someone else was going to find it. So I grabbed the stuff and with the last of my energy ran fast.
