Chapter Twenty-OneThe rest of the day went by without incident. He kept far from town, hanging out at a truck stop and going over his plans again and again. He knew from training and experience that his plans did not really matter much. Plans were always the first casualty once the shooting started. Yet, having some idea in his head of what he should try to do would help. Besides, it kept his mind occupied as the hours rolled along.
Twice he saw an old trucker pull in. Each time, he felt a twinge in his belly like a hunger-pang. He wanted those souls. But he managed to let them go.
Survive the night. That had to be the goal. Then he could sneak into a hospital and find a worthy candidate for his immortality.
When dusk arrived, he drove out to the spot along the fence that he had jumped
