Hayden woke up to a loud bang on the car door. He jumped up in his seat and pressed his back up against the door behind him. On the other side of the vehicle was an ill-looking man with pale, torn skin and an insane, inhuman look in his eyes. He was smashing on the … Continue reading Travels of The Wild Boy: The Illness (Part IV)
Hayden could still taste the smoky flesh of the cooked trout caught between his teeth. He’d been walking for a few hours now along the roadside, shaping a stick from a young tree with a knife as he went. The stick was about two feet long and an inch in diameter. He thought it might come in handy later since the moisture in the wood made it a little more resistant to any fire.
Lying on his stomach, Hayden lifted his head up from his bunched up old sweater and yawned. Through crusty eyes, he looked around the old warehouse where he slept and noticed the dust particles floating through the beams of sunlight shining in through the windows. It had to be a nice day outside for there to be so much light.