A YEAR UNDERFOOT – entry #85

A Year Underfoot

 
November 11th, 2033

After sunset last night I retraced my steps for about a mile and then turned due north. Picking up the pace I fell into a comfortable jog, and in the space of an hour had put almost three hard fought, underbrush hindered miles under my belt before turning east and picking up the pace.

The terrain was rough, but passable and under the circumstances I had no choice. I had to know if the Threak were actually tracking me, or if they just assumed I was in the area. There was only one way I could think of that I knew would work for sure, and that’s the ol’ “jackrabbit boogie”.

So, that’s what I did.

I ran in a staggered zigzag pattern, one mile east, then one and a half miles north, one mile east, a half a mile north, two miles east, three miles south, etc…. I ran for six hours, never stopping once.

Presently, I’m laid up in some heavy brush along side a fallen oak and the warbirds have been buzzing around all day.

I just pray if that if anyone else is out here they have the sense to lay low.

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About paul nevins

Fiction writer, reader and baseball fan.
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