Day Four - What's In Store

I've been reading all these other blogs. Blogs about running, about stalking, about fighting, about dying.

I'm worried. Like, really worried. Back in my home town, I felt safe. I felt like I belonged there. I mean, I married my high school sweetheart. That's a cliche, I know, but I don't care. I married her and I loved her until the day she died. Until the day the Pale Man took her.

And now I'm alone and away from my home town. I have no home now. I don't know what the future holds. Probably insanity and death, if what I'm reading is any indication.

But fuck it, I'm pushing onward. For Olga.

Always for Olga.

Day Two - What To Do

Making my post titles rhyme amuses me. It's one of the few things that does now.

So, now that I'm on the run, what do I do? I've already taken out a chunk of my life savings from the bank. I mean, I don't want to be traced through my bank account, but I also feel kind of uncomfortable carrying a lot of cash. So I went and deposited it into several other banks. So now I have a nice spread - if one bank is compromised, I can just move onto another.

I also bought a hunting knife. I know it won't work against the Pale Man, but if any proxy comes after me...well, I'll wave it around and probably look incredibly stupid, since I've never stabbed anybody. Don't know if I could, actually.

I'm nervous about getting a gun. I've always been crazy about safety in my house and a having a loaded gun...yeah, that would make me super nervous.

Day One - On The Run

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.