SHADOWS OF THE OAT
ctions. Every light stretches across the wet pavement like a twisted, endless road. I weave throu
sn't care that I'm being hunted. It does
ed. But under the surface, something stir
My own memories feel broken, like a puzzle with missing pieces. I don't know wh
y skin. It hurts, but it keeps me awake. Keeps me sharp. I had to ditch my old clothes, had to get rid o
n my periph
ook
dr
tary-grade model. Fast. P
way it moves like a predator locking onto prey. I shouldn't recognize it, bu
lley. The back wheel skids on the wet pavement, fishtailing wildly before catching
-a traff
tilt my head, shift my posture, hide my face just enough to stay u
ting. They're watching. Tracking me.
o disapp
arage looms
rf
e engine echoing in the empty space. Rows of aban
ncrete pillar, cut the eng
e se
floods through the gaps i
w
cold metal chills my skin. The hum of the drone
n
targeting light flickers, blinking li
-sil
oves
e. Not for fiv
le, slow an
one. F
l keep looking. They won'
per slightly damp from the rain. I unfold
ust your
words, a set o
where they lead. But they're my only
lawing at my brain, ref
right? What if
ng the doubt away. I d
matters is getting
eone left m
anted me
't kn
't kn
going to
ll finally know