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After shutting the office door, Daryl walked through the garage, spotting the young Asian, Glen, rolled underneath the Cadillac and tapping his foot to the beat of the radio playing beside him. There weren't many cars in the shop, besides the one being worked on and an old Chevrolet in the corner. Daryl figured things were relatively slow normally, and the shop probably only seen one or two cars every couple of days. The whole town seemed slow-paced, and little to no action anywhere. It was something he would have to get used to; however, it was a welcomed change nonetheless.

Daryl quickly and silently walked past Glen, in efforts to avoid the somewhat weird and eager Asians' small talk; but as soon as he stepped off the curb and into the street, towards the diner parking lot, a voice called out to him.

"Hey," Glen yelled, "wait up!"

Daryl paused aversely once he reached the other side of the street, and looked back to find Glen keenly jogging in his direction.

"Yeah?" Daryl asked with one eyebrow raised, solidifying his judgment of the kid.

Glen finally approached him, a little out of breath, "So did he hire you? Are you going to be working here?"

"Yeah, I guess so… supposed to start tomorrow… why?" Daryl said with a little bit of irritated confusion.

"No, I- I was just wondering… it's just been Dale and I for a while now. He's usually inside the office most of the day and I'm in the shop alone… I was kind of looking forward to having someone else around to work with and talk to"

Daryl creased his face at first, but began walking away towards his bike and muttered, "Yeah well, I ain't much of a talker"

Glen followed, despite Daryl's unwelcoming attitude, "So, are you from here? Or did you just move here or something?"

"Nah", Daryl said as he kicked the stand back on his bike and dropped his black-rimmed sunglasses down onto his face, "I ain't from here"

"Oh okay" Glen nodded, "me either. I moved here about six years ago". Daryl nodded, but his expression made it clear that he was uninterested. "Cool bike" Glen said, trying to get on Daryl's good side, as he admired the black 72-79 XS650 chopper, "you have to be from out of town to have one of those… we don't have parts like that here". Daryl ignored him again and began revving up the engine. At that point, Glen just took the hint that the guy wasn't much for conversation and instead of pressing the issue; he figured he would get a chance to talk to him the next day anyway, "Okay, well I'll see you in the morning then"

Daryl backed up out of the lot without responding and took off down the road, leaving Glen standing there and a cloud of smoke from the dirt behind him. He wasn't sure whether or not his stay in the town would last; but so far, it had been a pretty good day – minus the strange over-talkative kid from the shop.

The sun was starting to set and as the streets of the small down became increasingly quieter than they already were, Daryl knew he had to figure out where his sleeping spot would be for the night. He had to admit that after sleeping in a bed the night before, a park bench seemed a lot less appealing; however, the air was cool, the skies were clear, and he really couldn't afford another eighty dollars for a room. He knew it would probably take a few weeks before he'd be able to save up enough money for an apartment, so he'd figured he minds well get used to the idea.

As he circled around the darkening streets towards the local park area, he pulled to an abrupt stop when he saw a group of teenagers laughing and messing around near the benches.

"Figures", he muttered as he shook his head. Normally once the street lights came on, it was like a ghost-town, with not one person in sight; of course, the one night he needed to get a good night's rest for work in the morning, there would be a group of teenagers hanging out in the park. There were about five or six of them there, and he was almost positive there was a large bottle of booze sitting on the bench beside them, so he knew they weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.

There was nothing else to do but drive and try to find another secluded spot to crash. He took off down the road and made a couple of turns along the way. Every single mom and pop shop, gas station, grocery store, was all closed. No one was out on the streets; it was like the place was secluded once night fell. The quietness was nice though, and the wide open sky, filled with hundreds of stars was pretty relaxing.

He continued on a dirt filled road, but began slowing when he noticed a wide field to the right of him. There were small fences lined around it, and he could see a red barn of some sort in the distance. He swung the bike around and drove towards it to get a better view, and once he reached the fence he saw a decent size house a couple yards from the barn. There were lights on in a few of the windows, and a dim porch light as well. He knew someone obviously lived in the house, but if he could somehow make it towards the barn it would probably be a good place to crash for the night. That is, as long as the owner didn't catch him. However, he only needed a couple of hours at most. He'd have to get up pretty early to make it to the shop by nine anyway, so he could probably sneak out before anyone had a chance to see him.

After scanning the land for a few minutes and making sure there were no guard dogs or anything ready to tear him apart once he hopped the fence, he decided to try it. What did he really have to lose?

He shut his motorcycle off and slowly guided it towards a small wooded area on the opposite side of the road to hide it, so no one would see it and become suspicious. Once securing it in a concealed place, he strapped his bag over his shoulder and took a few more glances of the surroundings before quickly hopping the fence and carefully making a run towards the barn.

He reached it relatively quickly, and as far as he could tell, no one had noticed. He slowly slid the wooden lock up from the door, cautiously peeking inside before entering. It was empty, besides one horse secured with string to a post, and a couple of wheelbarrows and pitchforks. However, there was hay, and lots of it.

Daryl quickly slipped into the barn, careful not to make any noise when closing the door behind him. He flicked on his lighter to shine some light and turned in a complete circle to really examine the entire barn. Within seconds he noticed a ladder that led up to a decent sized hayloft, and immediately decided that it was the best idea to stay up there, just in case someone happened to come into the barn, hopefully there would be less of a chance of them seeing him there.

He quickly climbed up the ladder and kicked around some hay to make a comfortable sleeping spot. Once satisfied, he took a seat and placed his duffle bag behind him, to substitute as a pillow. He leaned back, placing his arms up and behind his head, and just stared out the small square window. He had a decent view of the house, which was an even greater advantage to see if someone was coming towards the barn.

It wasn't too bad, the custom-made hay bed. Hell, it was a lot better than a cold hard wooden bench. However, if caught, the owner would probably call the police for trespassing, or even worse, may possibly shoot him if he had a gun; but the risk was worth it for one night. He wouldn't risk it a second time, and he was sure that those teenagers wouldn't be in the park a second night in a row, so he'd go back there the next day.

As he stretched out his legs, and made himself even more comfortable; he felt his body surrendering to exhaustion. Lately, no amount of sleep was enough between uncomfortable surfaces and vivid memories appearing in his dreams. He could have the best sleep of his life, and yet would wake up constantly from reoccurring night terrors of his past. Even in subconscious mind, he couldn't escape reality. However, good or bad, he needed to sleep… and with that he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to take over.

The morning sun slowly crept over the horizon and Daryl awoke to a slight beam of light shining through the square window. His eyes creased momentarily until he realized that the sun rising meant it was time to go… an fast, before the owner of the house came out to tend to the farm.

"Shit" he muttered, as he glanced down at the watch on his right wrist. It was already 6am and way past his intended time to flee the barn. He jumped up quickly, strapped his duffle bag over his shoulder and peeked out the window to make sure no one was around.

When he determined the area was clear, he swiftly descended down the ladder and out the barn door, making sure to place the wooden lock back down, just as it had been previously. He took one more scope of the surroundings and then bolted across the field towards the fence.

Just after he hopped over it, and dashed across the road to the woods, he was startled by the engine of a car in the distance. He positioned himself behind a tree and observed a young blonde woman exiting the house and walking towards a brunette inside a pickup truck. The brunette was yelling something to the blonde, which Darryl couldn't make out clearly, due to the distance, but it was obvious that she was rushing the girl into the car. Daryl waited a few minutes, until the two woman drove up the path, out of the fences and down the road.

"That was close" he mumbled to himself as he secured his duffle bag onto the back of his bike, kicked the stand up, and revved the engine to life. Now he needed to figure out a place to grab a quick bite to eat and head towards the shop for his first day of work. And with that, he slid a single cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, placed his sunglasses over his eyes, took one more glance back towards the farm, and drove off onto the road.

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