Roland's POV.
It's been a while since I roamed about Claw Pack, it's been boring going there lately, but I have nothing to do. So, I shoved a slice of bread down my throat, washed it down with a cup of tea and set out for fun.
I stepped out of my house – a cave in the middle of nowhere, where I had been hiding from him. He would kill me the moment he finds me and I have to live with that fear for the rest of my life and I have to keep running, changing where I live from time to time, but this cave has been the longest place I've been since I've been on the run.
“Maybe he forgot about me? Or perhaps, he can't find me again.” I thought as I stepped out of the cave, the sun was almost blinding me.
It's been two days since I set my foot outside the cave.
I was dressed in a blue Jean,
