i gotta hold on...

so from where i left off. i had slept around the remnants of my house for a few days. thinking what I'm going to do. i was able to salvage my i-pod. so i mulled things over to some music. when i had heard a crash, from the surrounding area. know that there weren't any houses too close. the only thing that came to mind....run. i ran straight to her house. i was able to get in and make this portion. i don't know if my story will continue past here, but there is definitely something out there following me, but i must take flight from here. the longer i stay, the more i put those few left that i hold dear to me in danger, and that i cant have on my conscious. whatever is chasing me though...i don't think its human. least, wholly human.

Flight-noun

1.	an act or instance of fleeing or running away; hasty departure.

very fitting eh? interesting too.