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Putting hair dye in the Pack was my idea. At this point, with Jenny dead and the police probably trying to find me, it was seriously going to save my butt. The color we agreed on would take nicely to either of our hair colors, two slightly different shades of dirty blonde.

As I worked the dye into my hair, I looked around frequently to see if anyone was around. I was by a pond deep In the woods so it was highly unlikely anybody would find me, but after what just happened I wasn't taking any chances.

The dye was almost done drying by the time the sun started coming up. I knew I had to get to New York fast if I wanted to find them. If they settled in before I got there, my chances would become lower and lower every day. As soon as I could, I made my way out of the woods and waited for my opportunity.

Luckily, after only three minutes an eighteen-wheeler came by. The risk of someone recognizing me was much too high, so instead of trying to flag him down I swung myself onto the back and used a trick Jenny taught me to open the back and slip inside.

I pulled the iPhone 10 out of the Pack and used the GPS to see where the truck was taking me. I would jump off as soon as it started going way off my path.

Jenny knew to put the phone in the pack instead of her pocket. The thought brought tears to my eyes. She knew that she was going to die the second she heard those sirens.

I forced myself to stop thinking about that.

I sat down against one of the boxes in the back of the truck, ignoring the pain as my head thumped against the box every time the truck ran over a bump or hole. I kept my eyes on the screen for a long time, watching the little dot that was me travel down the road. I zoomed out on the map every now and then to look at my overall path.

About half an hour passed and the truck was still following the route I needed fairly closely. My eyes started burning from looking at the screen so long and the power was draining. 87%.

I blinked for a second or two, trying to get rid of the sandpaper feel of my eyelids. The edges of the boxes around me started blurring slightly as the world slid further away from my weak grasp. I dozed off a few times, starting when I awoke.

When I woke for about the fifth time, I realized I had dozed off for about ten minutes and the truck was getting further and further from my route. "Oh, grand," I muttered to myself as I stood quickly.

Great job, Jenny said sarcastically. Why don't you stop falling asleep? Make yourself useful. Let's get outta this truck.

The door opened with a creak and I squinted into the bright sunlight. After quickly bracing myself and making sure the Pack was secure, I jumped into the grass. Tuck and roll! Jenny reminded me in a firm voice. I tucked and rolled.

When friction finally brought me to a stop, I spread out in the grass and let out a breath. Somehow, I didn't get any injuries jumping, and it had been a while since Jenny and I had practiced jumping from moving vehicles. Or maybe I was injured, and the adrenaline pumping through my veins was obscuring it from me.

Get up! Jenny yelled. Why are you stopping? Keep going, He!

I stood and looked at the phone for guidance, making my way back to the route I was taking. When I got there, I waited once again for a truck to come by, prefferrably an eighteen-wheeler like the last time. Sadly none came by, so I had to resort to jumping into the back of a truck.

I had to lay low in the truck to make sure nobody would spot me. I watched the phone to make sure I was on the same path.

After repeating the jumping off and onto cars process a few times and getting multiple sore muscles in the process, I finally crossed the border into New York. I had to get off of the truck and use multiple tricks to get by, but once I was over I started towards Manhattan with the same jumping-into-cars process.

We're over the border into New York, finally, Jenny sighed. That sure did take a while.

The busy streets were a good and bad thing. Bad because there was a higher chance I would be recognized, but good because I could escape easily in huge crowds.

My ankle throbbed forcefully. I wasn't sure which jump it was, but at some point I had hurt it. There's no time to stop! Jenny reminded me. I wish she was really here to tell me these things in person. I could imagine the worry lines etched in her face as she convinced me to keep going despite the pain in my ankle.

Now came the hardest part. Actually finding them. I would have to be constantly walking around, constantly checking restaurants and hoping that by some small spark of luck I would end up in the same place as them, in an area where I can get everything done before the cops show up; preferably an alleyway or maybe an empty parking lot behind a closed building.

I would just have to keep walking, and try to hide the small limp I was taking on.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and kept my head down, avoiding anyone's eyes so they wouldn't recognize me or talk to me. I didn't expect New Yorkers to talk to me, but you can never be too careful.

As I walked, my eyes scanned the buildings around me, looking for clues. Every moment I was beginning to lose more hope. I sighed. At this rate, I would never avenge Jenny. I would never be able to fulfill her last wish.

Jenny's advice and yelling had stopped. I couldn't hear her voice in my head anymore. The thought almost made me cry. I had lost her. This was the only way I could feel close to her again. I needed to do it.

Something caught my eye. A flash of blue hair. Light blue hair.

No. It can't be.

It was.

Bonnie.

A smile spread across my face. Bonnie was walking along with the rest of her gang and all the children. Oh, the children.

I couldn't help but laugh. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. No way. No freaking way. They were right there. Going into some random abandoned building that seemed to be some sort of haunted house. The ominous sign read Fazbear's Fright.

As soon as the crosswalk allowed, I sprinted across the street and towards the building, smiling ear to ear. The adrenaline once again flowing through my body obscured the pain in my ankle... for now.

This was my chance. I was going to avenge Jenny. I was going to fulfill her last wish. And it was going to be so easy.

I ran over what I was going to say in my head a few times.

I was going to do it. I was going to make my mother happy, or my name wasn't Percy Fitzgerald.