Something tells me that this isn't as easy as others have made it out to be. I slept in my car today, since I didn't want to spend the money on a motel. I woke up with a crick in my back that wouldn't go away.
Yesterday, as I finally left my home, left the town I had lived in for the past twenty years, I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. And then I saw him. The Pale Man, the thing who had destroyed by life, had killed everything I ever loved. He was standing by the side of the road, as if he was a hitchhiker, just looking at me as I drove.
I hit the gas and didn't look back.
Hello, my name is Adam Krug. And I am now officially a runner.