Part 1

BAM!, it all started way to fast.  Without any warning, the reactor went off like a mega bomb. Workers got hurt, I wasn’t sure how bad it was, I didn’t care I knew what I needed to do: I needed to get out of there.  Since I was the one to cause the explosion.  As medics we tending to the injured, I ran into my office without being detected.  I grabbed my old torn suitcase, dropped it open on my desk, and started to fill it up.  I filled it with whatever I could find that seemed important, papers, keys, rope, a hat, sunglasses, a 6-inch dagger knife from my desk drawer, anything and everything.  

WHAM!, There goes another explosion I thought to myself,  time to go.  I started to run out the way I had come in, which was a massive mistake, cops were there waiting; for me?  I didn’t know and I really didn’t want to find out, I made a break for it.  I ran the opposite way out a side door, sliding down the railing and hoping the steps.  I started running even faster towards my truck; as I got closer I noted about four cops standing around my truck.  I knew driving was out of the question; at least that truck.  I broke to the left and ran down a hill, I had my knife drawn in my right and was ready.  I checked my watch, quarter to seven.  My family should be expecting me home shortly.  I took a few seconds thinking about them, knowing I wouldn’t see them ever again.  My thought process was broken up by some gunshots. I peered around my right shoulder, looking up the side of the hill.  I got up still crouching and put the knife if my left hand as I took off.  

It was starting to get late, my watch told me it was 7:10 pm, as I keep running, running towards town.  7:34 pm, I kept moving.  7:55 pm, almost there.  By 8:12 pm I had finally gotten to town.  I was slow, I thought I’d have been faster, I guess I didn’t account for the extra weight from the suitcase.  I started dragging with tiredness as the clock rounds 8:40 pm.  I know the wife and kids would be wondering where I am, they’ve probably have been calling the office for the last hour, I thought.  As I reached the top of a hill I notice a delivery truck probably a quarter of a mile away or so.  

I make a break for it, running in the shadows on the sidewalk in the now deserted town.  As I ran, I wondered why a truck was out so late delivering, 9:05 pm, I didn’t care.  As I got closer I could see a rather short man, in a delivery uniform wheeling in boxes to a nearby house on the opposite side of the street, in fast right accost from where I was standing.  I didn’t know how many boxed he had let, but I knew what I was going to do.  I just needed to wait for the right moment.  I see the man come back out and go into the truck with the dolly, that when I heard him.  “That should be the last one for tonight, I have to deliver a few more before I can go home and enjoy what left of the night I have.”  It looked like the lady at the house thanked him, and was getting ready to pay him.  I had gotten caught up in watching I almost forgot what I was doing.  I heard the lady say: Do you take credit cards?” The man replayed “No, sorry.”  “Ok, I’ll be right back with cash” The man sauntered to the side of the truck, up near the passenger door as he waited for the lady.  That’s when I make my break; I check both sides of the street and walked ever so slowly over to the driver’s side of the bed.  The truck bed was still open, I did one more check, 9:37 pm, and climbed in the back of the truck.  I wandered over to the back where a few other boxes were.  It was dark and shadowy I was not getting seen.

“thirty for the boxes, fifteen for the delivery.”  I heard him say. 

I hear her going through her pocketbook, looking for the money, “here it is” she says.

“thirty and fifteen that’s forty-five, here’s fifty, keep the change.”  

“Five dollar tip, thanks.”  

“Thanks for coming last minute and so late.”  

“My pleasure.” He says and what sounds like him tipping his hat to her.  “Well, I’ll be off now. Almost forgot.” He grabbed the dolly and vigorously slid it in the truck bed, hitting the boxed I was behind.  He closed the back door and locked. He opened the driver’s hand door, got in, and started it up. 9:52 pm, that’s when we finally drove out.  I knew at some point he should open the back door again.  If it was tonight, in a few minutes, or in the morning.  I tried to think if it was a Thursday or Friday, I couldn’t remember everything that had just happened.  I wanted to know If I was staying the weekend in the back of a delivery truck.  I didn’t know what to think.  I was starting to get cold,  I took my knife and ever-so-carefully cut into a box.  I opened it,  it was a braided rug.  Or at least it felt like one, it was completely dark in here. I wrapped it around myself and laid down using one of the boxes as a pillow.  I fell asleep almost instantly, 10:16 pm.