The Last Nightmare **Completed**

part VI

I try to sleep for an hour or so, but it's no use.
Soon after giving up, I find myself walking along the highway once more. The moon glistens, almost alone in the sky, providing me just enough illumination to see where I'm placing my feet.
I am exhausted beyond words, but somehow I make it to the gas station on the outskirts of the next town.
It's not open, but that doesn't stop me.
I find a small rock and ready my hand.
I know it's impossible to run forever.
Nothing really matters anymore.
The rock shatters the window, and I climb through, carefully avoiding the broken shards of glass.
The store's shelves are stocked with junk food, which I pass by without a glance. I head straight towards the supplies section, where I find a pocket knife; almost identical to the one that took my family's life.
With a trembling hand, I pick it off the shelf and shove it deep into my pant pocket.
Just for protection, I tell my self.
But I am lying.