Lakely's POV
He had dark hair and fair skin. He was Lakely, a joke- no, he was known as the Joke. He was nothing to anyone, he had no one to love. He owned nothing, but he stole what he could and he bolted out of the doorway and ran.
-Later-
Lakely had taken refuge at a campsite at a pond. After a few days, he ran out of food and water. It has been days- no, weeks since I left, he thought. He couldn't eat plants, because Lakely didn't know which ones were dangerous. His last solution came down to stealing food and drinking out of the pond. He would wait until the campers were sleeping and then steal anything he could find. He would usually find utensils and cans of food, then would bolt into the woods out of site. He even found a small army knife once! He made a small camp near the dam. Lakely made a clearing with the knife and hid the loot in the ferns. He laid down on the ground and stared up to the stars.
There was a time when he caused a forest fire in the middle of the night trying to make a fire. He was almost caught by some camp officers, so he evacuated to the other side of the dam. He fell down exhausted, panting.
This was his life now...
-Later-
He had discovered one day that the dam had been destroyed and decided to check it out. He took the knife and left his 'camp'. Unfortunately, a few biologists also were curious as well. He was spotted in his tattered clothes, dirty skin, and messy hair. He knew this was the end of the line, so he ran.
Lakely ran down the side of the riverbed. When the people were out of sight, he ran into the forest. He looked for the tallest tree to climb, and found a nice, tall tree. He climbed as fast as he could, not knowing if they were still following him. I am safe now, he thought, but Lakely suddenly heard a crack, and he fell. He went faster and faster untill the world stopped- and he woke up.
A note from the author...
I know, it is less than 400 words...sorry!