Chapter 4
So, I walked, and I pondered, and I lost track of time on a Sunday afternoon as the sun rolled across the sky and leaves fell on the ground. As I wandered by a thick copse of trees, I heard the sound of someone running. Probably one of those fitness types I saw every so often out here. And then, I was almost knocked over.
Catching my balance, I watched the retreating figure, taking in dark blue jeans with patches of white, likely from bleach, a gray hooded pullover, and a slender build. The runner glanced back at me briefly before facing forward. I noted a sallow face, stringy blond hair, dark eyes—maybe gray or brown—and red spots on his skin. He looked young—in his twenties, maybe.