Later That Day 12:50 AM- A fateful encounter
I had no idea how long I had been running for before I finally slowed to a walk. I just knew that I had to put as much distance between me and that van as possible. I stopped at a country inn to see if I could get a bite to eat. Here none of the buildings were damaged and the ground had returned to its normal color. I looked behind me towards the countryside I had called my home and saw nothing but a big black scar on the land.My head was still reeling from all of the events that had transpired in the few hours that had just passed. Nothing was making sense and the only thing that I could really understand was my need for food. I had gone back to primal instincts and nothing else. My only desire was to feed and keep myself out of danger. I walked towards the inn and thought about everything that was happening. I wondered what had happened with the light. What was it? Why had it hit my farm? All of these questions burned through my brain, but before I was able to answer any of them I found myself at the door. As I stepped in I smelled the vague air of damp cigarettes and somewhere inside the hotel bacon frying. Not the most ideal place to eat, but it didn't matter at this point in time. I walked through the door and into a musty room full of old lounge chairs and sofas. I looked around to see if I could spot anyone, but no one was around. I noticed scratch marks all over the walls and found that the paint was peeling off of them. As I kept walking I spotted a fresh plate of bacon and eggs sitting on a table in the middle of what appeared to be some sort of dining room. I stepped in and looked for the person who may have been making them, but saw no one. Since there was no one around I sat down at the table and hungrily ate everything that was on the plate in front of me. After I was finished the thought of self preservation came to mind again. I walked into the kitchen and found an empty milk jug on the floor. There was still no sign of anybody, but me in this place. I took the jug to the sink and began to fill it up with water. After I was finished I drank some from the sink and began to look for more provisions. An old towel on the ground supplied the perfect bag for carrying the bread that I found. I finished my search and bean to walk towards the kitchen door. Just as I was about to turn the handle I heard a van pull up outside. By reflex I ducked underneath the counter and waited to see if anybody entered the inn. I heard muffled voices outside the door and the scraping of feet on the front mat. A man stepped in the door and said to the men outside "sorry I couldn't help you find the boy you were looking for. Usually he hangs around here, but I haven't seen him recently. He stepped in and shut the door. As he walked thought he main room and hung his coat up he stopped. There was a long hesitant pause before he spoke. "I know your in here boy! You need to go now those men outside have been looking for you. Where are you come out I want to help."
I was unsure of what to do at this point in time because, I didn't know whether I could trust the man or not. I had no friends at this point in time and I needed an ally so I decided to trust the man. I stepped up from behind my hiding place in the kitchen and looked over the counter into the entry way. The man stood and stared at me. He then very slowly went outside and yelled to the men in the van giving away my position. I was stuck in the kitchen with no way out except for right through the front door where the men were waiting. I did not take time to think I grabbed a kitchen knife and began to sneak out of the kitchen. I kept the knife in a fighting position right next to my chest as I opened the door. The man was still waiting for the men to enter. Before he could notice my movement I burst from the door and ran right up the stairs to my left. I figured that my chances of survival would be better if I got away from the immediate danger. With the knife still in my hand I ran through the upstairs hallway and into one of the first rooms to my right. I flicked the light switch and found that I was not the only one who was in this room. A man awoke from a drunken sleep and looked at me as if I were some crazy eyed monster. He fell back in to bed and continued to snore. I looked around the room for some means of escape. The only exit was a busted window facing the street. I heard the shouts of men coming up the stairs, and I decided that I needed to act quickly to stay alive. I grabbed a curtain from the wind and ripped it from its hinges. I felt my strength growing from what it had been before. Paying no attention to it I broke through the window and proceeded to climb to the backside of the roof. There was a forest behind the inn and it was my only hope for survival. I tied the curtain to the gutter and prepared to jump now. I heard the men entering the room which I had just been in. Sensing the urgency of my situation I jumped and slide down to the ground. Taking no notice of the pain in my legs from the fall I ran into the forest.
The underbrush was thick and the thorns cut through my pants like tissue paper. I paid no attention to the wounds on my body; my primeval nature was becoming more intense. I ran faster than I had in my entire life. It was un-explainable, but something about me felt different. I felt stronger and I felt like I was a par of everything in my environment. I looked back to see if the men were following me. There was no sign of them, but I knew that they were probably close behind me. I kept running and told myself that I would not stop until I found a safe hideout.
By the time I found a place to rest for the night the sun had almost gone from the sky. I had found a ditch underneath a large log to hide in. Next to me was a clearing bathed in an eerie red light from the setting sun. Everything looked as though it had been soaked in blood. I thought about what was going on with the outside world. I had no idea at that time what was happening to my family; all I knew was that they were in the position of the men in the white suits. All of this was too much for me to handle. Everything going on around me made me lose care in my own physical state. I was badly cut, my clothes were torn, and there was a weird feeling going on about me. I had no idea what was happening to me, I felt my body changing in small hardly noticeable ways. I brushed this off for the moment and thought about the day ahead. The next day I was going to head to Seattle in hopes of finding my parents or someone who would shelter me. I had no idea what was going on in the city at that point in time. Eventually drowning in all my questions I fell into a deep sleep.