Chapter 3 The Runaway Slave

I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping, apples falling from trees, and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autumn leaves. I knew i didn't have much time the people will be searching for me now, but what hurts the most is that they only want me for money. I'm like a missing dollar bill, but not just one dollar, I'm millions, millions of dollars.

I begin to pick up the little supplys I have and move north towards Nebraska. By now I'm starving and incredibly thirsty. I occasionally find myself chewing mint leaves and pine bark just to get texture and taste into my mouth.

Soon I will be reaching the rocky hill river. When I reach there I will set up camp and gather some water and hopefully get some decent meat.

The wind starts to pick up and blow me to the side. My hair begins to blow and i find myself tripping over my own feet. I decide to sit down and take a breather, have a sip of my water and finish up some of the fish I caught from the ocean a couple of days ago. What remains is some crackers, berrys and mint leaves. I pick up camp and set off again for the Rocky Hill River. There I may be exposed to civilization more then I would be in the middle of the woods, but my main priority is water at the moment. My tonge is completely dry of water

I begin to think back to the farm. The place where my family is right now working for little to no pay. The sun beating down on my poor mother dirty and parched and my poor little brother charles. Hes only five and gets in trouble alot and has a horrible punishment. They cut off his leg, they always say it will keep him from running out of trouble. Its cruel really I cant imagine doing that to a strong healthy young boy. The worst part is he was awake when they did it, they told him they had a surprise for him, pinned him to a chair and sliced it off. I thought he would bleed to death, but they covered the wound quickly. He should have died I always think to myself, now he only suffers from infection. It brings a tear to my eye whenever I think of him. I should have been there for him.

Suddenly the wind picks up again. I cover my head to avoid getting knocked out from flying braches. The sky is turning grey and the Gods thundering boom echoes above my head. I look up in the sky and to my horror a funnel is appearing to hit the ground only about 2 miles away from me. A tornado, and this time, where will i hide?