one of us

he heard the explosion before he saw it. light travels faster than sound, he supposed. but when he saw it, good lord was it a sight to behold. it knocked him back a good thirty feet and straight into the dirt and gravel. he knew he had to run though, had to get away, always get away, always had to be one step ahead, like the chess games he and his mother would play. he had to get away or he would be caught, ironically, he never got away.