On a beautiful fu**ing overcast day.
In the middle of fu**ing winter.
In the fu**ing north.
Middle of the fu**ing city.
Oh, and I'm being hunted. Props to those fu**ing a-holes, IT'S COLD.
Dashing my way through a park, the slavers on my ass, snow on the ground, and I have not a fu**ing coat to keep me warm. My boots gripped the snow as I did my best to lose the fools. The kids just pointed at me and laughed. I hit a small pond and skidded across popping a move for the audience, keeping my step as I hit the others side. One guy slipped up on that little obstacle, great, one down, many to follow. Dashing through the cat tails, I ran into woods and did my best to dodge the trees. I couldn't slow down, even when the ever present chase ender, Mr. Barbed Fence, showed his crushing face in my path.
Not today, Mr. Fence.
5 paces shy I jumped, jumped off of a tree, grabbed a overhanging limb, shimed up it and jumped clear over the fence.
Next thing I knew I was falling ass over face down a hill and into oncoming freeway traffic. Stopping and recovering in the middle of the two lanes I waited for a opening in traffic and bolted through it. I vaulted over the dividing fence and dashed through the remaining traffic lanes. Up the hill and with frosted hands climbing the fence. With no ease at all I ran though a suburban yard, hissing at a dog to scare him away. I hopped another fence and was out in a culd-e-sac of identical homes. I continued to sprint down the road with much haste, wondering how far behind those suckers were. I was almost out of stamina when I started to cross a train crossing heading east-west (if you think about it all rail lines go two ways) and I head the blessed horn of a east bound train.
From now on, I am a born again Christian.
I got off the tracks and hid on the side. There were three train locomotives, a shorter train than some, but carrying a vast number of car carriers. I waited for the last car and jumped on, praying I wasn't spotted by anyone, I pulled out some wire cutters and loosened a corner so I could squeeze in. Once inside I breathed a sigh of relief. Full of Toyotas, this train was going from the Seattle plant to Detroit, where they would be bought by the large population of union workers of the Big Three. My goal was Michigan, a state with many secluded lakes and Indian folk tales, as well as the last recorded place of my friend. I pulled out my patch of bear fur, knowing he had one of scales to compensate. Where was he...
A shiver went down my spine, reminding me of the cold. I climbed over several cars till I got to a '11 Land Cruiser. Opening a door a ripped a few wires from under the dash and jump started the car. Jamming the heat to full blast I tipped my hat down and caught up on some sleep.
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I'm sorry if he seems a little out of the picture now, you all can report on him jumping off the train and such.
