I am walking down the road. It's dark and cold. It frightens me and makes me feel inadequate. I am alert and scared. I am alone, I know I am, I can feel it. Ezekiel, Haven, Dominic, Even the kids are nowhere to be seen. I'm alone with my thoughts and I know it. I can feel something staring at me but I can't move my head to check. My legs have a mind of their own and don't stop. My muscles are screaming but I can't force myself to stop walking. I am at a constant pace, taking long strides. I feel like I am no longer in control of my actions.
Wait. I hear something. Footsteps... I hear them. A pair of heavy feet pounding on the gravel behind me. My heartbeat picks up and my palms begin to perspire. I try to run but my feet continue at a constant pace. Not slowing down or speeding up. I can
