Zachary Goode got off the rickety old travel bus and looked at his surroundings. He was in a small town setting and it was as country as could be. The stores needed new paint and the roads needed re-doing. The clocktower was antique and didn't work. Log cabins lined the hills and some people were riding horses on the sides of the road. "Excuse me?" Zach called out to a boy about his age. The boy turned and smiled. "Hi there. Can I help you?" The boy asked. ach noted the country accent and continued. "Do you know where I can find Soloman? Joe Soloman." The boy nodded. "Yeah. I'll take you there. Name's Grant by the way. Grant Newman." He held his handf out and Zach shook it.

"Zach. Zach Goode." He replied.

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Sirens were sounding and Zach was rushing out the back door. The police had been on his tail for days. But why? He didn't do anything wrong. He left because his mother wanted him out. She even had him get money to go out on his own. Why were the police after him? Zach ran and ran until he came across a poster with his face on it.

Wanted

Zachary Landon Goode

Age: 16

Brown Hair, green eyes, Tan Caucasian, Male.

Charged with:

Murder

Auto Theft

Theft

Run away teen

If seen please contact the local authorities. Anyone caught assisting Mr. Goode will be arrested and charged.

Zach was not a killer. He didn't even have a gun with him. Who would he kill anyways?