Chapter 3 Hunted by a General
I appeared in a room. A desk was in the center with two chairs were in front of it.
I ran to the door and pulled on the doorknob. The man looked at me. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the light of the western Sun. His gray hair look like storm clouds; a mess. His face was pasty white and covered with wrinkles. He was wearing a green collared red polo shirt and jeans.
“Calm down!” he said.
“No! I need to get away from the Strikers!” I said, pulling hard on the doorknob.
“I just saved you from them.” he said.
I paused. Can I trust him?
“Who are you?” I said.
“Lester Slither. We must hurry though. The strikers will be here any moment.” Lester said “Once they find out you’re here.”
Just then I heard a voice from above us.
“Where’s the boy, Ritter?” It said.
“He’s here for sure, General. “Ritter’s voice said.
Fear ran through my mind. A General was after me. How could this Lester save me? Does he know I killed a citizen? I hope not.