Post by goodbottom on Jan 31, 2019 20:27:49 GMT
Aaron opened his pantry, knowing that he would not find what he wanted more than anything right now.
Food.
He had finished his last can of soup the previous night, but part of him had quietly hopped that he had missed something or that by some miracle of God there would suddenly be a feast within waiting for him. Though, with his luck, there was nothing there waiting from him. Not even a crumb. The damn greedy mouse was probably at it again, stealing what little he had left. He at least had water, but he needed that food. Much to his dismay he knew what he had to do.
He needed to stop by another town and load up on food. Luckily he had earned enough money with his side job to acquire the needed funds, though he didn’t like spending more than he needed to. Most of his money was invested into his camper and keeping that running, but food was just as important. He always regretted not learning to hunt with his dad that summer. It would’ve been nice to provide from himself without worry of having to head back into towns and such. He could wait it out in the wilds for a few years, wait for himself to mature a bit, then try to get a fake idea. But! Alas…that wasn’t an option. He had to keep heading back into towns and such until the heat finally blew over. Though, it didn’t seem like it would anytime soon.
He was not too far off from Chicago, and while the city may have been a good place for him to stop for supplies, at least in terms of finding what he needed, it was too risky to try and get in there. There were too many cops and witnesses around. If he was spotted by the wrong person, he’d be on the run again. And trying to get away from the cops in a city in a camper did not bode well for his chances of escape. Nope. Cities were forever and always a no go for him. He actually never stepped foot inside of one. He had just seen pictures and movies of them and only had that to go off of. But that’s all he really needed. He just accepted the fact that he would never actually get to see one.
The town he settled on going was a small one, quiet, and perfect for him. The chances of him getting spotted by local police forces was slim. Though, there was always a chance. He had an encounter a few months back with dedicated cop who kept up to date on wanted criminals and he was nearly captured. Thankfully, his ability provided him with the means for escape, though in the long run it only added to his crime record. Sadly, the chances of that going down were slim to none. He had tried to right the wrongs at one point, tell the police about what the deal was, but soon after he did those people found him and nearly captured him again.
His only choice was to run and hide. Fight if needed, but he couldn’t much rely on anyone.
The town was peaceful enough, the people looked happy. It would be a good place to settle down if he ever actually had the chance to. It didn’t take too long for him to find a gas station to refuel and then a small grocery for him to get supplies. Even better, the store was having a sale. He parked across the street in an empty spot and then made his way over to the store, hood up, just in case someone had the off chance of recognizing him. It was a habit he forced himself to develop over the time out on the road. Could never be too careful.
He quickly went through the aisles, filling his shopping cart to the brim with food, cooking supplies, and other things he needed for his camper. This all would be enough to keep him supplied for a month, give some days. Even better, there weren’t too many people here, so not only would he not have to wait long on line, the chances of him being seen were slim to none. Everything was looking up for him! Maybe he could spend a day or too in the town. It would be a nice change of pa-
He nearly flinched, his hand almost immediately on his bracelet. He had dropped a can of soup on the ground and the clang of it hitting the floor had surprised him. It rolled across the floor a few feet from him and near the feet of another. He smiled nervously at them and slowly moved towards the can, trying to keep his head low as he went down to get the can.
Food.
He had finished his last can of soup the previous night, but part of him had quietly hopped that he had missed something or that by some miracle of God there would suddenly be a feast within waiting for him. Though, with his luck, there was nothing there waiting from him. Not even a crumb. The damn greedy mouse was probably at it again, stealing what little he had left. He at least had water, but he needed that food. Much to his dismay he knew what he had to do.
He needed to stop by another town and load up on food. Luckily he had earned enough money with his side job to acquire the needed funds, though he didn’t like spending more than he needed to. Most of his money was invested into his camper and keeping that running, but food was just as important. He always regretted not learning to hunt with his dad that summer. It would’ve been nice to provide from himself without worry of having to head back into towns and such. He could wait it out in the wilds for a few years, wait for himself to mature a bit, then try to get a fake idea. But! Alas…that wasn’t an option. He had to keep heading back into towns and such until the heat finally blew over. Though, it didn’t seem like it would anytime soon.
He was not too far off from Chicago, and while the city may have been a good place for him to stop for supplies, at least in terms of finding what he needed, it was too risky to try and get in there. There were too many cops and witnesses around. If he was spotted by the wrong person, he’d be on the run again. And trying to get away from the cops in a city in a camper did not bode well for his chances of escape. Nope. Cities were forever and always a no go for him. He actually never stepped foot inside of one. He had just seen pictures and movies of them and only had that to go off of. But that’s all he really needed. He just accepted the fact that he would never actually get to see one.
The town he settled on going was a small one, quiet, and perfect for him. The chances of him getting spotted by local police forces was slim. Though, there was always a chance. He had an encounter a few months back with dedicated cop who kept up to date on wanted criminals and he was nearly captured. Thankfully, his ability provided him with the means for escape, though in the long run it only added to his crime record. Sadly, the chances of that going down were slim to none. He had tried to right the wrongs at one point, tell the police about what the deal was, but soon after he did those people found him and nearly captured him again.
His only choice was to run and hide. Fight if needed, but he couldn’t much rely on anyone.
The town was peaceful enough, the people looked happy. It would be a good place to settle down if he ever actually had the chance to. It didn’t take too long for him to find a gas station to refuel and then a small grocery for him to get supplies. Even better, the store was having a sale. He parked across the street in an empty spot and then made his way over to the store, hood up, just in case someone had the off chance of recognizing him. It was a habit he forced himself to develop over the time out on the road. Could never be too careful.
He quickly went through the aisles, filling his shopping cart to the brim with food, cooking supplies, and other things he needed for his camper. This all would be enough to keep him supplied for a month, give some days. Even better, there weren’t too many people here, so not only would he not have to wait long on line, the chances of him being seen were slim to none. Everything was looking up for him! Maybe he could spend a day or too in the town. It would be a nice change of pa-
He nearly flinched, his hand almost immediately on his bracelet. He had dropped a can of soup on the ground and the clang of it hitting the floor had surprised him. It rolled across the floor a few feet from him and near the feet of another. He smiled nervously at them and slowly moved towards the can, trying to keep his head low as he went down to get the can.