The logistics of my journey began to take shape as I navigated the challenges of my new form. The need to move from my current location to my company's workshop intensified, along with the urgency to find a safe haven before time ran out.
The map of potential safe houses appeared labyrinthine, a tangled web that could inevitably lead to my discovery. The police's success in locating safe houses was well-known, and I couldn't risk their intervention.
My company's workshop emerged as a potential solution. Located at the entrance of the forest, it was strategically positioned for minimal visibility. The stream, heating, and acoustic cabin added to its allure. However, if my family or the authorities pursued me, they would undoubtedly search there first.
Time was of the essence – I estimated having two to three days at most to secure the workshop as a temporary hideout.
My journey to the workshop involved 15 kilometers of treacherous terrain. The forest harbored deer, a wild boar, various animals, and even domesticated pets. Though it seemed that my enhanced camouflage abilities could offer some protection, I needed a comprehensive plan.
My mind began sorting through the challenges:
Food Delivery: Companies like Amazon and DHL delivered food, but their signature requirements posed a problem.
Cameras and Surveillance: Surveillance cameras were everywhere, necessitating careful planning to avoid detection.
Clever Application: An application on my smartphone, designed for detecting surveillance cameras, could aid me, but it required refinement.
Travel: Traveling during the night was my best option to avoid prying eyes.
The River: Though previously considered, the river wasn't a viable escape route due to its lit surroundings.
Time ticked away, and my priority shifted to fortifying my current location. I utilized the workshop's cavernous structure, creating a makeshift nest. Sticks, clothing, and the remnants of an old metal bed were repurposed into a rudimentary sleeping arrangement. Despite its simplicity, it held promise as a temporary retreat.
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As night descended, I focused on my immediate tasks – perfecting my camouflage, enhancing my thermal vision, and practicing stealth. Yet, the most pressing concern remained my journey to the workshop.
The night was shrouded in darkness as I set out, my eyes scanning for potential threats. My smartphone's application guided me, identifying surveillance cameras and sensors. Despite its potential, mastering the art of UV and infrared vision seemed daunting at this juncture.
The river beckoned as a potential route, but its obstacles were insurmountable. A train tunnel, hidden at the bottom of a valley, provided a novel solution. It was dangerous and rarely used by anyone other than curious children. The enigma of missing children fueled local legends.
The moment of action arrived. The train – a colossal freight behemoth – entered the scene. Under the flickering sodium lamps, I gauged its size and speed. The harrowing leap onto the train car was a leap of faith, and the impact reverberated painfully through my body. The metal underfoot was unforgiving, but the scaly exterior offered protection.
A journey in darkness ensued, the train carrying me through the night. The world outside transformed – highways, roads, and bridges stretched beneath sodium lamps, their hues morphing into brown and ochre. Belgium's distinctive landscape, punctuated by nuclear power plants and extensive sodium lighting, unfolded beneath me.
The train neared its destination – a bridge loomed ahead. I tensed, ready to leap. The moment arrived, and with practiced precision, I launched myself from the train's surface. Darkness embraced me as I landed, and I melted into the shadows of the riverbanks.
My journey continued – the river became my guide. Stealthily navigating, I evaded detection and crossed roads and parking lots. With every step, my instincts guided me, helping me blend with the surroundings. My armor-like body effortlessly maneuvered through the underbrush, a creature built for this new environment.
Finally, I approached my parents' house. Darkness enveloped the scene, offering a cloak of safety. The water source beckoned, a sanctuary of cleanliness after the mire of my earlier adventure.
The workshop loomed ahead, my destination. A strategic haven at the forest's edge, it promised refuge and concealment.
Mission accomplished...