Roger had jumped out the window and was
fleeing from his home. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to
get caught. So he kept going. Where can I go? Damn it, I’m stupid,
he thought. Up ahead he saw the power plant. But how could he live
there? He would have to make due for a while at least.
It was surrounded
by a high metal fence, that, thankfully, wasn’t electrical. Roger
started to climb over, but couldn’t make it. He had very little upper
What the hell am
I supposed to do now? He asked himself aloud, frustrated. Once
more he tried,and still couldn’t make it.
Roger! Where are
you? Roger! It was Francine. Roger had to escape.
heart racing, he looked for a door. There was one, but it was locked.
I have to find somewhere else, he
though. But where? It
didn’t matter where. He had to leave. There was bound to be another
place where he could hide. So he ran.
Luckily for him, it
was night time and he couldn’t be spotted as easily and didn’t have
to worry about blowing his cover like usual. Still, he only ran where
he would be covered, like under trees and in bushes. Every so often,
someone would pass by him, but not before he hid. The temperature was
decreasing, slowly, but noticeably.
He was growing
increasingly tired. Soon, he would have to stop and rest. But he was
barely out of Langley Falls. He still ran, arguing with himself
whether or not to stop yet. Then he saw it. A farm house was up
ahead, but Roger could tell no one lived there. Next to the quaint
abode was a barn. Roger decided that if he couldn’t get into the
house, he’d stay in the barn.
As he drew nearer,
he saw that someone actually did live there. He didn’t want to chance
being seen, so he rushed into the barn. There were no animals in it,
so Roger was alone. All the running caught up to him and he fell