He passed so many miles... So many. Incredible. So many miles running at the speed of a galloping race horse, and maybe even somewhat faster, only stopping a few times to catch his breath. His legs felt like rubber and his head was spinning, but he knew he had to go on... If he wanted to stay free, he had to keep on running no matter the pain, no matter the discomfort! His body was just a machine... A perfect machine to get him away right now!<br/><br/>The sun was setting and he stared into its face, crimson, setting above endless fields. They were so beautiful... Illuminated in dozens of colors, the ripening grains rustled softly in the wind. He went west without any knowledge of where he was going - what would seem foolish, but it was better than staying. He no longer ran - he was too tired for that. And so, dragging his feet, he passed field after field. His eyes were closing and he was missing coffee, but he did his best to ignore it. Survival was more important than comfort, and escaping was a crucial part of it.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to sleep that night, or the next one. As soon as he doesn't come to a city, he wasn't going to sleep. And maybe even then... He yawned, gazing at the sun, half covered by the red clouds, and reached into his bag. A half-eaten pack of cookies... Well, that was today's dinner. Not too nutritious, but it should do.<br/><br/>For a moment, he stopped walking, and stared over his shoulder. The town wasn't in his view anymore... Good.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped him. What now? It's not like he had a place to go to, a place to hide in, a friend to seek, an acquaintance to call. Nothing... He was alone... And it made him feel so cold in this huge world. Though, it wasn't as bad as being used, abused, just a tool to someone. It wasn't as bad.<br/><br/>And he went forwards again, step after step with perseverance continuing in his way.<br/><br/>Countless cars have passed him on the way, and he kept his direction from the time he went out of the door. Where was he going, he wondered...