If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.
I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.
I lay face down in the wet, decaying leaves and God knows what else underneath the trailer. I carefully controlled my heavy breathing; my body had ceased to shake from the cold. I knew I was hypothermic, but I had much more serious matters on my hands. I heard a car door slam and knew the … Continue reading Runaway Attempt #4 (Shutter Island)