I’ve learned that hiding isn’t enough. Watching, running, and writing down clues keeps me alive for now, but it won’t stop them forever.
I need a plan. I need to prepare.
The first thing I do is map the city in my notebook. Not just streets and alleys, but places I can use to disappear quickly. Roofs, empty lots, old warehouses, and abandoned buildings. I mark escape routes, shortcuts, and dead ends. I even sketch where the black SUV usually appears and how far it typically stays.
It isn’t perfect, but it’s something. Something I can control.
Next, I start gathering supplies. Not anything valuable — nothing that would make someone notice me if it disappeared — but things I can use in an emergency. A flashlight with spare batteries. Bandages. Protein bars. A knife small enough to hide b
