One broke and ran. And I shrugged. “I’d imagine it’s that one.” One of the suits yelled into a mic and the shuffling went crazy. White poofs scrambling madly, like albino Teletubbies on crack. It was rather hilarious, and I would have stayed for the show had I not been ready to make my own escape.
I found my way out opposite the way we come in. I didn’t care to be commandeered again. I hated that I would have to move camp. I had come to love my little cave I had found. It was rather comfortable, for a cave. I supposed it was time to head south. Winter would be coming in a few weeks and I didn’t care to have to burn a fire every night.
Might have to stop in a Gander Mountain along the way and pick up one of those super duper sleeping bags that are supposed to be good up to about 30 below. I checked my pocket and pulled out my tub of Vicks. That’s about the only thing that even dampened the smell to half bearable.
Even then it still burned. But the camphor at least gave me an excuse for the watering eyes.
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Break and Run
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Break and Run
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