Page 1 of Hunted

Chapter 1

Bunny

Death Canyon, Texas.

Population thirty-four.

Thirty-four fucking people.

Well, thirty-four fucking people and me.

Not that being here is a choice.

Who the fuck chooses to live somewhere called Death Canyon?

Technically, this so-called town is right on the edge of a place tourists love to come hike.

Explore.

Fall to their fucking deaths.

Whatever.

All shit I do not plan on doing nor did I come here to do.

And to be fair, I didn’t actually come here by choice.

My car just…stopped.

Because that’s what cars with shitty maintenance history do.

They shit out on you.

Funny thing is…people with shitty self-maintenance do the same thing.

Like the one that’s hunting me.

The one I need to continue to get miles away from before he gets wind of the fact that I’ve fled the latest city he followed me to.

I left around two in the morning to increase my chances that perhaps I picked a night where he was actually sleeping instead of just reviewing older footage, he got off a camera he somehow placed in my apartment.

See, he is definitely a person that could benefit from some self-maintenance…like some extensive therapy…or…some very strong prescription drugs…or an electric chair.

I really think the latter is his best option.

Or maybe it’s just my best option.

You know.

For surviving.

At least until my thirty-first birthday.

Reaching over into my black go bag in the passenger seat, I retrieve my burner cell – the only safe type for me to have – and my lucky Mickey Mouse pen that I got on the only family vacation we ever took.

Most magical place on earth my ass.

I got lost.

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