Yesterday's Gone (Season 5): Episodes 25-30 by Platt Sean & Wright David

Author:Platt, Sean & Wright, David [Platt, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: post-apocalyptic thriller
Publisher: Collective Inkwell
Published: 2014-11-18T05:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER 10 — BORICIO WOLFE

Boricio scrambled through the underbrush like an animal, ignoring the branches, brambles, rocks, and other sharp bits of debris that kept tearing into his naked flesh like a bitch in heat.

The hunters were close behind.

How close, Boricio wasn’t sure. He didn’t dare look back.

He could hear their footsteps like galloping thunder behind him, along with the hillbilly hoots and hollers of fevered excitement. In his head he heard the sound of a half-wit strumming his banjo.

Boricio kept running, eyes darting across the landscape, searching for any possible advantage. He’d spotted a few large branches that looked like they could serve as a bo staff for close combat, but they were either too far out of reach or it would take too long to drop or wrest them from the underbrush.

He couldn’t stop.

Had to keep going.

Every time Boricio considered slowing down or reaching for something, the noises behind him grew louder — closer.

He kept running.

His chest burned like fire. His heart was an engine on the verge of blowing.

After days in a straitjacket, and without much sobriety prior, Boricio was surprised that his body was able to chug. His pursuers were more Special Olympics than Special Forces, but they had guns and if the dead fox was any evidence, the tater ticklers knew how to use them.

He’d managed to stay ahead, but Boricio wasn’t sure how long his luck would hold. They knew the woods better than he did. And the mere fact that they freed him for a hunt meant they were confident in their ability to track him.

And what then?

How many other prisoners had they brought out to the woods for their redneck reindeer games? There had to be a trail of paperwork. You couldn’t just go into a jail and vanish forever, could you?

Boricio had thought himself a ghost, but they had evidence tying him to crimes outside their little neck of the woods. Someone somewhere with indoor plumbing had to be looking for Boricio. The guards had to know that. They couldn’t just lose a prisoner as notorious as Boricio Fucking Wolfe without having to answer some questions.

But these guys struck Boricio as Idiot, USA’s bottom rung, so maybe they didn’t think past the longest toe on their ugly bare feet. Or perhaps they never made any official inquiries to let people know they had a gen-yoo-wine serial killer in lockup.

Maybe they wanted to keep this little treat for themselves.

Which meant he had to keep running.

As Boricio kept moving south, which he judged by the location of moss on the trees, he heard rushing water ahead.

That could be his break, assuming the body of water wasn’t too large to cross. Maybe he could pretend that he had, then double back on the fuckers and go north.

Too soon to tell, so Boricio kept running, trying to lay distance between himself and his hunters. As long as he kept moving, Boricio figured he was likely safe from a bullet. You couldn’t run and quick scope in real life.

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