Running

I always wondered what baseball was and how it was played. One of the older guys back at the House had a box of cards his great grandfather had. People named Jeter and all sorts of things. He showed me them one time. There was a crazy number of stats and abbreviated terms on the back and on the front everyone looked like greats. He explained it to me once: something like hitting a ball with a stick and running around in a circle. Apparently it was a pastime and people loved it. Great exercise too.

I sure could have used some of that. What was I thinking, running away like that? The House was probably a mile or two back and I had no way of telling when the sun would be back up. At any moment it could rise and shine its rays through this not very dense forest and burn me alive. It was a chance I was willing to take though. They'd taken Casey and though I don't know whether she wanted to go or not, I was going to find her.

I found myself tripping every time my mind wandered off about her. You think I would've learned after the fourth or fifth time. Boy, was I a naive juvenile. No wonder they beat me and left me to die back there. I guess they figured I just would have held them back and slowed them down.

It was still the dead of night, but I didn't know if they were going to make it. That mystical miracle city seemed too good to be true. I didn't even understand why they wanted to go there. I mean, the House was just fine. Sure there was no where to go and it was boring as hell, but it was a life that could be lived. There was no need for this adventure shit. Why go off to find a place where there were other people? I was so confused.

Maybe my reasoning was clouded by hormonal thoughts. Maybe I was just selfish about Casey.

Maybe I didn't want to share, though it's not like I had anything to share.