I’ve found it’s best to keep moving. By myself, I’m an easy target—a coward’s ideal prey. My odds are much better if come across someone alone and desperate. I can handle that—I have in the past, many times. I’m scared of those that I follow, that I watch. Whether they are on to me yet or not are thoughts that keep sleep from coming.
I am just one person. I can’t take on the hundreds that guard Peter. I need to know as much as I can and then sneak in. I’m learning to become one of the shadows so that I’m noticed as such, or not at all.
I’m scared. It has to be soon.
I take a quick right into an alley. The large buildings on either side cast a blanket of shadows over the graffiti-covered brick and garbage-lined ground.
Life doesn’t thrive anymore.
We are dying out.
Glass shatters behind me. I stop.
“Are you one of them?” The familiar sweetness of his voice punches me in the stomach.
I turn around.
Nothing. Emptiness swells around my heart.
I keep hearing his voice. It’s in my head, I know this, but I still feel like it’s a sign that Peter is breathing. He has to still be breathing.
Tonight. I can’t wait any longer.
Shards of glass are at my feet.