Fairbanks, Alaska July 15 03:00
Description: Abandoned warehouse- outside: rickety old steps leading up to a rusted garage; inside: weather beaten couch with stuffing falling out in the corner, pieces of engines piled in the corner, and a blackened pit in the center of the room.
The fire blazes high as I throw more wood into it. I can still feel the heat on my face when I lie on the couch in the far corner. The air filter I installed last night should keep the smoke to a minimal. I certainly hope so, or those Riders will be on me on like white on rice, I think.
I have got to get to bed if I want to go fishing in the morning. Fish and fruit is what I've been surviving on for the past couple of months. I have to beat the crowd that gathers every morning. Since I don't have my boat, I have to fish on the ice.
The Riders haven't found me yet. I'm not entirely safe, but I am for at least another week or so. They call me Glider Mythenias, here. I don't know how I came up with that name. It was the first name that popped out of my mouth when the market lady asked for it. It sounded cool in my head, but once I said it out loud, I knew it was a mistake. The lady just gave me a funny look that said she didn't believe me and bagged by fruit. No questions asked.
Now, as I lay on my back looking at the rugged ceiling above me, I can't help but think back over my life. First, I escaped from the institute they had me in. I didn't know where to go, so I went to New York. I figured I could live on the streets without being noticed. Nobody would look twice at a man down on his luck there, right?
Wrong. The Rider picked me out like he was pulling a piece of hay from a hay stack. I knew my body was slightly progressed for a 15 year old. I didn't know that you could tell. I thought I looked like a man who was just down on his luck. Guess not. That was to be expected because of all the hormones and steroids they injected in me. I had to be better at this, better at that. Always better. I grew the most this last
summer, the summer I got away.
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Inhale. Exhale.
There is a guard to my left. The one to my right is fast asleep.
