God Is A Woman. /KTH/

2

I drive through the wilderness and through the city streets for what seems like hours. I've never been in a city before, nor somewhere covered in wildlife.

I eventually find somewhere to park, it says to pay but does it look like I have any money? It's technically not my car anyway.

Cautiously exiting the vehicle, I leave the keys in the ignition and walk to the nearest street. I would've thought in this day and age there would be no beggars or homeless, I was wrong; an old man, probably in his fifties or sixties, is sitting outside a store, almost blocking the projections of sales.

The technology is insane. Who knew it was like this?

His eyes glance up at me in slight concern, and he climbs to his feet, "Are you okay, ma'am, your hands?"

He reaches out for my hands and I let him take them as I glance up above me at the giant holograms on the side of the building.

"Here, take this, get some ointment or something." I look back down at him and the money he's placed in my hands. Real money.

"No, I can't." I thrust it back into his hold, "You need it more than I do, please, I'll sort myself out somehow."

"At least take this coat," he proposes, pushing a large winter coat towards me, "You're covered in blood, people will look at you suspiciously if you dress like that."

I reach out, taking the coat from him and tightly wrapping it around my shoulders.

"I don't know who you are, what you are, but I believe everyone, everything, deserves to live." His face lights up with kindness, people like this are hard to find. Or maybe I've just been so shut off from the real world people actually do care about us. "Please be careful, don't get caught."

I nod and thank him; his generosity meaning more to me than words can explain. He was right, I need to be careful.

I continue down the street. Where do I go? I'm sure the city is on high alert considering the massive outbreak of escapees. I'm so hopeful that many managed to get free. This is a chance for us to be liberated.

Shelter. I need somewhere safe and secure.

I head to the city centre, the busiest part of the city. Anxiety starts to take over me, my pulse raising as I see the mass of police walking around.

It should be okay, I can blend in, I can do that for sure, right, look down, blend in, no one will notice, I just have to control myself.

"Excuse me, miss, are you alright?" I hear a voice call. It sounds stern, commanding.

"I'm fine, thank you," I don't raise my head and just walk forwards, trying to move away as casually as possible.

"I'm going to stop you there, miss." The voice says, whoever it is grabs my wrist and pulls me backwards. "Stop hiding your face."

I pause before facing upwards, control it, control it. I make eye contact with a tall man, his face is stubbly and stern. I breathe heavily, attempting to concentrate as I feel the wheels of anxiety begin to turn inside me.

"Your eyes." He notices. Quickly he reaches for his back pocket, time seems to slow as I turn and run as fast as I can in the opposite direction. I can hear his yells to other guards echo around the city and I can sense the influx of them as they begin to scamper through the crowd. I maintain my quick pace, sensing where the guards are and doing my best to avoid them. I eventually meet a narrow alleyway, I doubt they'll find me this way.

At intense speed, I sprint down the alleyway reaching a not too high wall. I was wrong, they clearly know this city better than I do and followed me down here.