It took him an hour to walk down the side of the mountain. He wanted so much to walk on the road but he knew the killer would be looking for him. There were faint paths through the forest made by wombats, and every so often he would hear a startled grunt as one of the creatures smelled him and scurried away. At last he came to a road running along the side of the mountain. He trudged along it, his feet raw, his mind numb. A couple of times he heard a car coming and slipped out of sight behind a gateway or hedge because he was so afraid it was the killer coming back. And anyway, he was naked, with his hands tied up. How could he explain that? He wondered if someone had left out some washing and he could steal some pants. He wondered if there was a gardening shed he could break in to, where there'd be a pair of garden shears which he could use to cut through the cord binding his wrists.
All he had to do, he knew, was dial triple zero and ask for the police and he would be safe. But the thought of explaining how he'd got into this predicament to some arsehole straight policeman was so daunting he kept on rejecting that option.
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