Great. Just fucking great.
While I was zoning out, sirens had started in the distance. I didn't think much of it until I realized they were getting louder. Like they where heading this way. Sure enough, not even 2 minutes later, a car came by me then screeched to a stop.
I noticed the coats on them almost immediately. The gun in their hands. And right there, I booked it into the woods.
Nothing stopped me, not even the branches in my face or the rocks poking my feet.
Normally, I loved nature. But right now? Absolutely not. It felt like my life was twisting itself. A game made so that the forest was the only thing determining my fate.
People yelled as they chased me like their next kill. A hunt so twisted and vile anyone could see. I knew they were firing darts at me though from a dart hitting the ground near my feet. They kept missing me.
I kept running, not stopping even when something sharp stabbed into my foot. I didn't stop to pull it out, the pain feeling like a miniature paper cut compared to the pain I felt these last few days.
As I ran, something spoke. It wasn't me. But it was coming from my own head. Lovely. Like I needed to go insane on top of all this.
"Your not insane stupid"
My eyes widened, something has responded directly to my thoughts. I didn't stop running but the voice continued, almost monster-ish, cracking at each word.
"Run right. Jump down"
Welp. Guess I'm following my knew friend that popped up in my head like a scitzophrenic!
I took a sharp turn right. Running further away from the road. Of course. The only thing I was using is to get back to the city and this traitor in my head was pulling me from it. My notebook almost dropping from where I put it three separate times. (Yes I grabbed my notebook. I'm not stupid).
Not long later--surprisingly--i ran right into a river flowing north, a very rare phenomenon. I remembered what I was told, run right. Jump down.
Knowing I found what I had to, I jumped, splashing into the water. Keeping my head above it.
"No. Hold your breath. Go under"
That made me tense. I couldn't hold my breath for more than 20 seconds and this mad man in my head decided I have to do it all the way downstream in murky waters.
I took in a deep breath, praying I wouldn't drown. Those people wanted to kill me anyway, if I was tranquilized they probably would leave me to drown. Assholes. Went under.
I refused to open my eyes in the brownish water, praying. I feared my notebook would get wet but the voice spoke again, calmly.
"Your notebook is fine, it's covered."
Then it went silent again. I wanted to challenge whoever was talking to me, but I knew I couldn't. Somehow, I felt like I was holding my breath for longer when I just didn't think about breathing.
It wasn't long in that water I could tell that. But the thought of not knowing if anything was in this water with me was killing me.
The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. When I started to feel like I was going to drown, the voice spoke again.
"Your safe"
With that, I burst out of the top of the water, gasping for air. I didn't even register I was no longer in a forest, instead, the river was next to a city. Climbing out of the water was a hassle. I was wet and cold. The chilly air freezing me to the bone.
I kept walking away from the river and then there was a big grassy hill. A flood wall maybe? Climbing over it was a hassle. But i came out near a residential neighborhood. Whatever. It's not like I would be stopping.
Then I saw a sign. It couldn't hurt to walk over to the sign to see what it said. It read "city of Covington, founded 1815". Covington? I've never heard of that city before....I wanted to know where I was now. I was walking around and a bunch of people asked if I was alright. Kinder older people. I hated that.
These people were so.....careful with what they said. Like this place was run down or something. Eventually someone handed me warmer clothes. And another gave me their coat, saying they weren't cold anyway. I found a library not long after.
I asked one of the people there what state I was in, freezing when I heard the answer. Kentucky.
How the hell did I get here!? I'm not from Kentucky. I mean my grandfather owned a farm in Kentucky but I'd never gone.
I felt lucky that I at least knew some things about Kentucky. It has bluegrass and was known for horses, but that was about it.
I sighed, wandering around for a bit before managing to find a bus station, asking around, I found the bus that would take me closest to the border. Needed to get back home quickly as possible.
I soon found out the river I had jumped in to was the licking river, one of the only rivers in the world that flowed north.
I didn't ever see those people in white coats again that day. Leaving the city and heading home. Determined to give those people what they had coming to them.