Right now though I needed to put all those thoughts behind me, I needed to focus. I gathered up all the gear I would need; the camping back pack, the LED torch, the iron bar and the gun. Jumping up onto my kitchen island I flung the bag through the hole and carefully aimed for the edge of the wooden beam. It was an awkward jump, but I made it on the first go. Thinking about the first few times I had tried to do that without the mattress underneath made me laugh.
Outside
it was quiet. I could hear the distant lap of water against the concrete walls.
The crevice I had barely squeezed through led me out onto the far left side of
the building, right where I wanted to be. The townhouses were directly in front
of me and I slowly made my way towards them. I wanted my footsteps to match the
natural quiet of the area. It wouldn’t be right to run, to hear the slap of my
feat disturb the eerie serenity. I knew that the sound of my movements would
alert anyone in the area faster than anything else. I had walls on either side
of me and prying eyes would have needed to be really close to catch a glimpse of
my slight frame.