The Never Ending Silence

It was just another normal day, well as normal as it can get for a 23 year old in a wasteland. I've been alone for 7 years now, I've traveled all throughout this wasteland and there is no one left here but me. Why? Why was I cursed with being stuck here! That question may always haunt me, but I keep pushing forward, day by day because that's what my parents would have wanted. But, after 7 years of no luck, I feel myself slowing giving in to the temptation to end it all and be reunited with my parents. 

     I guess it's time to get moving again, I've never stayed in a place for more than three days. If "they" get too close it's over for me. I usually stay in the same town for a few days, just move house to house just to be safe. With nightfall only minutes away, I'll hunker down in the house next to me.

                                                                                                   ...

    Thank God they have a bed. I have to be up early to move to the next time so I better hit the hay. The next town is 15 miles, not too far, but not the easy travel conditions currently but I make due. 

                                                                                         BANG, BANG 

    Fuck, they found me that quick! I need to get out of here. Obviously the front door isn't an exit option right now. I can go through the side window and hope the car out front will start, but that's a risk. A risk I have to take. I quickly jump through the window and race to the car, it's unlocked. Damn! No key. Whelp, I'm screwed. I now have two option. hope these windows are shatter-proof and hope "they" leave, or get out and sprint to safety. the first option sounds like a death wish. I jump out of the car and start running, I run until my lungs are burning and my legs want to give out. I turn around and I'm finally alone, but they doesn't mean to stop. "They" are still on my trail so I have to keep pushing forward at least till the next town. Let's hope I make it.