Chapter 1 "Once Upon A Time"

Siren’s Blared in the distance getting closer and closer with each ragged breath. The could night air coursed through my lungs and dried my already parched throat. My heart was beating so fast, I was scared it would lead the cops right to me. That, or it would burst out of my chest. Both options sounded rather unappealing to me.

I let my hands rest upon my knees as I took two deep breaths. In through my nose out through my mouth. After wiping away the beads of sweat on my forehead I took in my surroundings.

I was safe for now thanks to the secluded area I chose to catch my breath in. The darkness of night should help, at least till I’m ready to run the last four blocks.

For the moment I was in the middle of a small lot, surrounded by over grown vegetation and tall buildings. There was only one way in and one way out.

"Oh Shit!" I muttered. One way in and one way out. Do you know what I just did? I trapped myself.

I would have screamed but that would have been just plain stupid. I settled on kicking a can. Stupid but not as bad. It was rusty old beer can from what I could make out. I sent it flying in the direction of the buildings, and waited for the noise.

There was a loud Klank as the can connected with concrete, but then another sound that followed. The sweetest sound I’ve heard all day! It was rolling, it was soft and in the distance but the can was rolling. Rolling meant opening.

I prayed that I’d given the can a kick so perfect it found a gap in the wall that could lead me away from here.

Walking towards the buildings were the rusty metal had disappeared, I hoped that I was the only one here.

I ran my hand against the dirty wall of the building searching for… something. Now I was wishing I’d payed better attention to the direction the can had flown.

As if I could, it was so fucking dark I couldn’t see shit.

A humorless laugh escaped my lips. Wishing, hoping, and praying. How pathetic! Yet at this point it was the best I could do.