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