I'm running away. Actually, I'm driving, but I'm still "running away" from home. Going faster than the legal speed limit. I've got clothes, food, and camping supplies for a week. I'm need to live off-the-grid for a while.
I look out the windshield at the blue car in front of me. They've been driving weird for the past three miles. Swerving in the lane, slowing down or speeding up without warning, and I was getting nervous. I glance in the rearview mirror, and see a black sedan about a hundred yards behind me. I'm already on edge, so now I'm getting suspicious.
As I'm glaring at the rearview, I don't see the blue car slam on its brakes, causing me to crash. The airbag doesn't go off, so my head bangs off the steering wheel. I feel warm blood ooze out of my forehead, dripping toward my eyes. The black sedan pulls up next to my crashed car, and three pairs of feet step onto the pavement. Their hands grab me and my things as I slip out of consciousness.
Let me explain what the *bleep* just happened.
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To Do List: Escape Stalker, Hetalia is Real? (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfiction[LOST CREATIVE SPARK. DISCONTINUED.] Zera is living the normal teenage life. But a guy her own age has been stalking her for months, causing her to make the decision to run away. Where will she go? She has no idea what the near future holds...
