บท 119: Ever I Roam Further From Home

(ARLO)

I pick my speed against the fierce wind and rain, trying to not falter and break a bone. They raced towards the main road, and that makes me wonder if maybe I should rethink my escape plan. It would make sense that I attempted to flee down the highway. Should I maybe double back instead? Maybe that would throw them off. I could always lunge deeper into the trees. I wonder what's on the other side of this forest.

I only hold back because this forest could go for miles and miles. I know nothing of the perimeter that surrounds Sasha's home.

The temperature drops as I trudge along. The rain gets worse and my attitude tanks along with the crappy weather. I'm drenched as fuck and pissed at my predicament. I don't see the SUVs anymore, but I doubt they stopped looking for me. I worry perhaps Sasha's men have sniffer dogs. They would use them as alternative means to track me down if I failed to appear on the highway as they expect.