Still bleeding. Put pressure on it, hold it tight – shouldn’t have to, it’s not a serious wound. I know that if I don’t get it to stop bleeding that they’re going to find me. I’m so tired. Running, hiding, running again. If only I could sleep. Rain, that’s what I need. It would hide my scent for a while. It would even keep any of them from seeing me. Not even the dark does that. Useless wishes, might as well wish this never happened.

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It’s not safe in the houses, too many ways to trip up. But there is a crawl space under that front porch! Yes! I can just wiggle in between the supports…pull the skirting back into place behind me. Safe, for now. Perhaps I can sleep for a bit – better lay on my side, don’t need to be snoring. I should have listened to the notices and got out of town while I could. Even if the roads were jammed, I could have ridden a bicycle and got farther away that I am now. I’m such a fool.

What’s that sound? Quiet, don’t breath – stop shaking! “Bastard! Let go! Get off of me! Help! Help!”