Jerrod Reader

The Summons

He was running. Not to anywhere in particular, unless you consider 'safety' a location. But safety was an ever-more-elusive destination. All that mattered at the moment was to not stop for anything. Not the fallen tree, not the stones, not the bodies. Especially not the bodies. He kept his head up, his eyes forward, and he didn't stop. He ducked, leaned, jumped, rolled, and did everything he could to preserve his momentum, because he did not want to find out what would happen if he stopped.