Roger had jumped out the window and wasfleeing from his home. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want toget caught. So he kept going. Where can I go? Damn it, I’m stupid,he thought. Up ahead he saw the power plant. But how could he livethere? He would have to make due for a while at least.
It was surroundedby a high metal fence, that, thankfully, wasn’t electrical. Rogerstarted to climb over, but couldn’t make it. He had very little upperbody strength.
What the hell amI supposed to do now? He asked himself aloud, frustrated. Oncemore he tried,and still couldn’t make it.
Roger! Where areyou? Roger! It was Francine. Roger had to escape.
Hisheart racing, he looked for a door. There was one, but it was locked.I have to find somewhere else, hethough. But where? Itdidn’t matter where. He had to leave. There was bound to be anotherplace where he could hide. So he ran.
Luckily for him, itwas night time and he couldn’t be spotted as easily and didn’t haveto worry about blowing his cover like usual. Still, he only ran wherehe would be covered, like under trees and in bushes. Every so often,someone would pass by him, but not before he hid. The temperature wasdecreasing, slowly, but noticeably.
He was growingincreasingly tired. Soon, he would have to stop and rest. But he wasbarely out of Langley Falls. He still ran, arguing with himselfwhether or not to stop yet. Then he saw it. A farm house was upahead, but Roger could tell no one lived there. Next to the quaintabode was a barn. Roger decided that if he couldn’t get into thehouse, he’d stay in the barn.
As he drew nearer,he saw that someone actually did live there. He didn’t want to chancebeing seen, so he rushed into the barn. There were no animals in it,so Roger was alone. All the running caught up to him and he fellasleep.