Your footsteps and the chirping of crickets are the only sounds that accompany you on a long, dirt road that winds through mountains.

You aren’t really sure where you are, or even where the nearest town is. You do know, though, that you’re far from home - which was your only objective the night you bolted right out the front door.

You clutch your bag tighter to yourself as a man astride a horse inches nearer.

“You alright?” He asks while he passes.