“They are coming…”

That was all that the message had said before the sounds of radio static and loud interference ended the transmission with such abruptness that he wasn’t sure if they were really gone, but they were…gone.

The thought of leaving again was painful but the reality of the impending doom that was about to fall on his position was too great to make him stay.

He quickly grabbed what he could from around the camp and looked for something to defend himself. Nothing, he was faster without anything anyways he thought to himself. His head shot up as he heard a blast far away, but still too close. Could it be? No…not here, not yet.

His mind raced as he planned his route of escape. He had just crossed the county line, or at least what used to be the county line, last week. Time to move again.

He wasn’t a fighter, not by any means. He just did what he had to do to survive, and right now, to survive, all he had to do… was run.