Diana
At the door, hesitant to leave the safety of my room, I peek out first to make sure that there’s no one suspicious lurking.
What if they’ve already found me? What if they’re outside, just waiting for me to come out so they can catch me?
My anxiety spikes as numerous paranoid thoughts run through my mind. The larger part of my brain reminds me that this is a human territory but the fear is ever present.
I grimace when my stomach growls loudly. If the old clock hanging on the wall is right, it's past noon already and the last thing I ate was a stale sandwich two days ago. I peek out one more time to make sure it’s safe before stepping out and locking the door behind me.
Getting directions for the nearest diner from the very bored receptionist at the front desk, I walk out of the motel and stare contemplatively at the only road there. Going left would take me out of town. Yanking the hood more firmly over my head, I go right.
Apart from what seems to be an abandoned car repa
