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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