Part 1<\/p>\n
BAM!, it all started way to fast.\u00a0 <\/span>Without any warning, the reactor went off like a mega bomb. Workers got hurt, I wasn\u2019t sure how bad it was, I didn\u2019t care I knew what I needed to do: I needed to get out of there.\u00a0 <\/span>Since I was the one to cause the explosion.\u00a0 <\/span>As medics we tending to the injured, I ran into my office without being detected.\u00a0 <\/span>I grabbed my old torn suitcase, dropped it open on my desk, and started to fill it up. \u00a0I filled it with w<\/span>hatever I could find that seemed important, papers, keys, rope, a hat, sunglasses, a 6-inch\u00a0<\/span>dagger knife from my desk drawer, anything and everything. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n WHAM!, There goes another explosion I thought to myself,\u00a0 <\/span>time to go.\u00a0 <\/span>I started to\u00a0run out the way I had come in, which was a massive mistake, cops were there waiting; for me?\u00a0 <\/span>I didn\u2019t know and I really didn\u2019t want to find out, I made a break for it.\u00a0 <\/span>I ran the opposite way out a side door, sliding down the railing and hoping the steps.\u00a0 <\/span>I started running even faster towards my truck; as I got closer I noted about four cops standing around my truck.\u00a0 <\/span>I knew driving was out\u00a0<\/span>of the question; at least\u00a0that truck.\u00a0 <\/span>I broke to the left and ran down a hill, I had my knife drawn in my right and was ready.\u00a0 <\/span>I checked my watch, quarter to seven.\u00a0 <\/span>My family should be expecting me home shortly.\u00a0 <\/span>I took a few seconds thinking about them, knowing I wouldn’t see them ever again.\u00a0 <\/span>My thought process was broken up by some gunshots. I peered around my right shoulder, looking up the side of the hill. \u00a0I got up still crouching and put the knife if my left hand as I took off. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It was\u00a0starting to get late, my watch told me it was 7:10 pm, as I keep running, running towards town.\u00a0 7:34 pm<\/span>, I kept moving.\u00a0 7:55 pm<\/span>, almost there.\u00a0 <\/span>By 8:12 pm I had finally gotten to town.\u00a0 <\/span>I was slow, I thought I\u2019d have been faster, I guess I didn\u2019t account for the extra weight from the suitcase.\u00a0 <\/span>I started dragging with tiredness as the clock rounds 8:40 pm. \u00a0I know the wife and kids would be wondering where I am, they\u2019ve probably have been calling the office for the last hour, I thought.\u00a0 <\/span>As I reached the top of a hill I notice a delivery truck probably a quarter of a mile away or so. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I make a break for it, running in the shadows on the sidewalk in the now deserted town.\u00a0 <\/span>As I ran, I wondered why a truck was out so late delivering, 9:05 pm, I didn\u2019t care.\u00a0 <\/span>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.\u00a0 <\/span>I didn\u2019t know how many boxed he had let, but I knew what I was going to do.\u00a0 <\/span>I just needed to wait for the right moment.\u00a0 <\/span>I see the man come back out and go into the truck with the dolly, that when I heard him.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cThat 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.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>It looked like the lady at the house thanked him, and was getting ready to pay him.\u00a0 <\/span>I had gotten caught up in watching I almost forgot what I was doing.\u00a0 <\/span>I heard the lady say: Do you take credit cards?\u201d The man replayed \u201cNo, sorry.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cOk, I\u2019ll be right back with cash\u201d The man sauntered to the side of the truck, up near the passenger door as he waited for the lady.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 The truck bed was still open, I did one more check, 9:37 pm, and climbed in the back of the truck.\u00a0 I wandered over to the back where a few other boxes were.\u00a0 It was dark and shadowy I was not getting seen.<\/p>\n \u201cthirty for the boxes, fifteen for the delivery.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I heard him say.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I hear her going through her pocketbook, looking for the money, \u201chere it is\u201d she says.<\/p>\n \u201cthirty and fifteen that\u2019s forty-five, here\u2019s fifty, keep the change.\u201d \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cFive dollar tip, thanks.\u201d \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThanks for coming last minute and so late.\u201d \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMy pleasure.\u201d He says and what sounds like him tipping his hat to her.\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cWell, I\u2019ll be off now. Almost forgot.\u201d He grabbed the dolly and vigorously slid it in the truck bed, hitting the boxed I was behind.\u00a0 <\/span>He closed the back door and locked. He opened the driver\u2019s hand door, got in, and started it up. 9:52 pm, that’s when we finally drove out.\u00a0 I knew at some point he should open the back door again.\u00a0 If it was tonight, in a few minutes, or in the morning.\u00a0 I tried to think if it was a Thursday or Friday, I couldn’t remember everything that had just happened. \u00a0I wanted to know If I was staying the weekend in the back of a delivery truck.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t know what to think.\u00a0 I was starting to get cold,\u00a0 I took my knife and ever-so-carefully cut into a box.\u00a0 I opened it,\u00a0 it was a braided rug.\u00a0 Or at least it felt like one, it was completely dark in here. I wrapped it around myself\u00a0and laid down using one of the boxes as a pillow.\u00a0 I fell asleep almost instantly, 10:16 pm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" [aesop_image img=”http:\/\/jolineblais.net\/nmd343\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/ninja-with-katana-vector-372006.jpg” panorama=”off” imgwidth=”100″ align=”center” lightbox=”on” captionsrc=”custom” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off” overlay_revealfx=”off”] Part 1 BAM!, it all started way to fast.\u00a0 Without any warning, the reactor went off like a mega bomb. 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