Free Drifters by J. A. Santos Page B

loose, but I did not want to take any chances. I sat behind him my back to his bound hands pushing a little too, making him move forward if he tried anything any movement I would know. There in the night my back to him his warm body and the thumbing of his heart racing I again put my hand to my chest, nothing. I wondered how is his heart beating while mines had always stayed the same, no thumbing in my chest my lungs functions why didn’t my heart? Thirty-three years of this, I was tired of it. Jeremy and Marino, two people close to me and hunters of the monster I am. I am weary. I did not want this life anymore. I wanted to drift meet new people without having to look back over my shoulder hoping they were not close, so I could actually make a friend. Maybe that is why I fell for Max’s charade at first. The urge to have a friend, someone to speak to and count on days I was down, depressed. I know that being too much around people would wake the hunger inside me grow and I could turn like Alex did, go on a rampage and consume everyone around, which is why I stay always in the woods cause of the solitude of them. I’m not saying I have no friends, I do, but many are in far off places. People I have found during my travels, good people. I remember Alice, a women I met in South Dakota, Javier a man in New Mexico, also all the way up in Canada, Alfonse Stevens. He was a character, he could make me laugh all the time, with his French accent he would say “Dear Sara Garber a meal is not a meal without bacon and you certainly look like bacon.” I chuckled to the memory of him. Huge body, round, like a big library globe of the earth, white like the snow and glasses so thick you could not break them if you threw them from the empire state building. I missed each and every one and only a few of them new my secret. Then I remembered the little girl that I had to protect in Georgia from a child molester, a real evil man. He had a two story house with a hidden room. The room was behind a bookcase the swings on hidden hinges. He had abducted the girl in front of my eyes and I fallowed him, not fallowed; hunted him. After seeing what I had to see. I grabbed my backpack went to the back setting it down as I kicked the door open and ran inside, he was about to attacked her, I just broke his neck. I was hungry that time, so hungry I bent down ripping his chest open with my hands going straight to his intestines and eating, forgetting the girl behind me and the dead body. She did not scream. After I finished, I stood and the heard her shuffling her feet, as I turned around she just grabs my hand and leads me out the back where I had left the back pack. She points at it and I only nodded, she picked it up, not without looking back with a smile on her face. I was perplexed; later in the night she just smiled at me as she cleaned the blood of my hands and only two words came from her mouth ‘thank you’ that was it. I left her in front of a police station with a note and where they can find the body of her predator. I remember looking back my hands to the straps of the backpack I had that time and she waving at me when a cop bend down and said something and she skipped inside a really weird sight, but I knew she would be safe.
    “Miss Sara.” Max said as he brought me back from the memories I was running like film in my head.
    “What do you want?
    ”I, I…”
    “Let it out.” I blurted and he spoke
    “Why are you keeping me alive?”
    “You know why.”
    “I really do?” he said arching his back u pward almost straight and pushing me forward I pushed harder and thought I had broken his back.
    “Yes and shut up. I still need to think what I am going to do with you two when this is over.” I really needed to know what to do I could not let them stay with Jeremy or Marino they were the bad guys weren’t they, again, this two monkeys were trying to kill me for making them what they were and that was not my fault.
    “Do you really