The towns seem to blur together these days. I'm heading for the big city. That's what everyone else seems to do. There'll be people there that know what they're doing. shelters. and Food. Oh my god, food. I could afford plenty, but I'm rationing what cash I have left. If this Thing suddenly vanishes from my life, good for me. But as long as I can feel it behind me, I'm gonna keep moving for as long as I can.
I've had tons of near-misses. Freaks in hoodies that seem to pass right by me, moving, writhing shadows in alleyways that stop when I walk pasT, a twenty-dollar bill on the sidewalk
someone else getting hit by a truck instead of me
They exploded when the bumper hit them. Flew a good 10 feet, I don't really remember how far, and I was just covered in this fine red mist, just like what was on the sketches in Tara's locker. There was only a half second of difference between me being off the curb and him walking, this asshole pushed me backwards as I stopped towards the curb, and I
pushed him back, of course
The worst part was hearing his bones break. Watching the white shards break through his skin, blood dripping down his twisted limbs, and the look on his face right before he was hit, and some nice bystander got me washed up at a coin laundry across the street
The cops didn't make me stick around
and nobody saw
So i'm trying to not think about how I'm kinda a murderer now.
How am I any better from the assholes in masks?
I don't even fucking know anymore.
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