Chapter Seven
Follow me.
Ben had waited for the dark blue of impending sunrise to finally, thankfully, start peeking over the hills behind his property before he burst from the front door of the cabin. He was carrying one of the totemic boxes of his old life in his arms, with his ruck sack piled on top. He was bundled up, but shaking, his face ashen. He hurried across the dark yard, to his pickup, quickly hitting the lock button on the door once he was inside. He gunned the cold engine, launching the truck backward down the driveway with an aching growl.
It was quiet in town. Like someone turned off the world for the night. He didn’t like it. Not now. Not after these pages. He wanted people, light. He pulled into the parking lot behind the closed cafe and parked. He fired up his chilly
