19 Days Without Contact

I slow down to a walk. My heart pounds in my chest. Pins and needles pulse in the soles of my feet. I press my back against the wall of an abandoned storefront. Rain pounds down on the cracked pavement and forgotten cars. None of the shadows moves.

Relief floods in. My eyes close for a moment — a rare treat. I didn’t think I was going to lose them. There were so many hunters this time. I’m in danger even more now that they have Peter because I have to save him.

A rustle of leaves draws my attention to a dumpster on the far end of the road. My eyes narrow into focus. A rat.

What does one person have over an army?

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Originally published at jaymethescribbler.com on September 17, 2015.

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