MENDED

Chapter One

"Safety, in its widest sense, concerns the happiness, contentment, and freedom of mankind." — Optimus Prime

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She was on the road again, the heavy rain from above continuously. Nancy was a girl from Kentucky—a girl running away from all the bad things from back at home. She never wanted to go back home, where she would face bullying again and would face more depression. Nancy was in her normal dirty, worn down sweatshirt, with her backpack placed on her back. She and her bag were soaked from the rain, and she could feel her body grow weak from the cold. She soon came to a sign that was almost impossible to see through the rain.

Welcome to Arizona

She continued to walk until her legs burned with exhaustion. Nancy found herself in an older town, but it still had all the modern technology she'd seen other towns had. She pulled her head up higher and walked past people. The rain had finally let up a while ago, going into a nice drizzle. Nancy walked past the police station, where multiple posters of missing kids were posted. She saw that her own poster was up there, the picture was from three months ago. Nancy saw a small bar and went inside. A few people were in there, talking with themselves or enjoying a small meal. Nancy went to the counter where the bartender was. The bartender was a roundish guy, a round face, short-cut hair, and brown eyes.

"Can I help you?" he asked. There was a small food menu behind him, and she found what she wanted.

"A small steak—to go please," Nancy said. He eyes her a moment before giving the order to the only cook there, "You can take a seat while you wait."

Nancy shook her head and stood off to the side. The wait was only ten minutes when she got her steak the sheriff of the town had happened to walk in. Nancy caught him staring at her, and hurried out the door. Once she was outside she broke into a sprint, hearing shouts from behind her. Nancy knew she wasn't far from Nevada, where she could hide out. From what she'd heard from other people was that Nevada didn't have many tourist attractions. Like Jasper, just a plain town where everyone knew each other. So Nancy ran north, towards Nevada. Before long she was across the border and reaching more plateaus and canyons. She found a nice spot in the canyons where she would be safe, sheltered, and hidden in the canyons.

She pulled down her hood, allowing her brown hair to fall loose. Nancy placed her backpack on the ground giving her shoulders and back relief of no weight. Once she was comfortable she started to fall into a needed sleep—using her bag as a pillow of sorts. She planned tomorrow she would go into the nearest town and buy some supplies with whatever money she had left, and more clothes.