Okay, it looks like I shook off the cops, might as well have some fun.
I sprinted faster, jumped up in the air really high, flipped I few times, and kicked down on the sand.
I sent up a ten-foot wall of sand that crashed soundlessly against the ground, and I sped forward again.
I found the lot of beach houses, and ran into one.
The house was pretty crappy on the outside, but was quite well preserved on the inside.
Food.
I went into the small kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. Hot Pockets and every kind of frozen food lined the walls of the freezer and a ton of snacks and drinks were in the refrigerator.
Looks like someone might live here, but I it doesn’t look like anyone’s been here in a while. Hope no one comes in.
I plopped on the couch and fell straight asleep.
I was haunted with horrible dreams of electrodes, cages, treadmills, needles, wires, surgical lights….
NO!!
In woke up sweating, someone was banging on the door.
“ POLICE !!! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP !!”
How’d they find me again!?