Where The Road Takes Me. Where Will It End?

Chapter 5

I remember reading about Centralia. It's an abandoned town. It's abandoned because of the burning coal mine under the town. The town could cave in at any moment. I would stay here, but I wouldn't take the chance and there's no food around. I just kept moving. I started taking roads into the woods. I thought it would be easy to steal from a small gas station in the woods. What I do is wait for I big group of people, like bikers, to gather at the station. I make a small fire across the street. Ether the people would put it out or the owner would go put it out and kick the people out for the fire. I stole a map, a flash light, a lighter, and ten bags of chips.

" Mothers do what ever they have to to keep there kids saved. Survivalist do what ever they have to to get food. Would you do what you have to?"

Here in Danville feels so wierd. They town is confusing and I keep getting lost. It's like a big old maze. I can't find a place that sells maps and I don't think I should rob a GPS. I would usually find a thrown out map or a sign that said north so I could continue that way, but I can't even find the highway that got me here. I think I'm going to have to try and rob a GPS. If possible I might just steal a whole car. I think I'm going crazy trying to get to Canada.

"A good maze is actually a bad one. If it's good, it'll get u lost and frustrated which is bad. Just the madness can kill you from that maze not the actual maze."

I think my plan is full prof. There's many cars going by and trialing through Danville. I found a dead deer and I'm gonna put it in the road. When a person goes to move it I'll sneak into there car and steal there GPS. I got gloves and a mask so they can't figure out who I am. I think I'm becoming a criminal, which was the one thing I didn't want to happen.

"Everybody likes the plans they make, but did they create the plan for the right reason is the question. Why create a plan if the plan ain't good/ for good?"

The plan worked. I got a solo business man to get out the car. I went in and got the GPS, but I seen his gas was almost full and he had his wallet her with about $100, I just couldn't let the opportunity slip away. I stole the car and put the GPS coordinates to Canada. I knew I wasn't going to make it up in just this one tank full. I also couldn't fill it up and drive away without people asking questions.

"Humans live life thinking that they need the things they get. How your sole feels at the end of the day is what really mathers."

I got out of Pennsylvania and I'm now in New York. Stealing this car was great. The bad thing is that I can't go through any pay tolls or drive by. I'm to young to drive. If they see me driving then I'm screwed. I have about a quarter left in the tank. Listening to tones and hearing the news so called music is just sad. After a while in New York I started hearing sirens. Red and blue telling me to pull over. I don't know what to do.

"The police has the power to stop people if they choose. Like my family, did they choose to ignore me till now?"