He has been studying what this "society" is very close, he hasn't spoken or even revealed himself to the people,he knew that whoever kept him captive could find him if he just showed himself to the closest town to the place he was kept.
But there is a human who fills what he needs in this town, he is old, lonely and wouldn't dare touch anything nearby the local people who take care of business here, or what society calls "police".
He walked in front of the small house he knew the old man lived, he wished he would take care of him enough for him to learn about this world.
Maybe he was as kind as he was to other people, and maybe he would be do kind that if the boy said 'I don't want to see the police' he would take care of him.
He stood in front of the porch,the old man was sitting outside on a chair,a glass bottle on his hand and in the other a gray paper.
"Excuse me sir..." the boy said,his voice quivering over what could happen.
"Mmmph!" The old man raised his eyes off the newspaper as he watched a short, quivering naked kid in front of his porch.
And before the kid could say anything,the old man was standing with a shotgun, aimed straight to his head.
"Watcha want kid..."
"I don't like strays near my cornfield..." He said,his voice calm and still, in complete contrast of his posture and obvious threat.
"I-.. I!" The boy eyes wandered to the gun,obviously that thing was close to what the guards used, and that just made him pale thinking what could happen, he didn't want to kill the man.
But now he obviously can't just go off now,even if the man didn't say anything to the cops,maybe a rumor could be created around a small frail looking teenager around.
And if they, the scientists, realized it's him,he would clearly be inside a room,probably with worst circumstances to be locked forever.
But he couldn't just kill the old man,it isn't fair by any means, killing someone who didn't try killing him.
"Answer me!" The old man yelled,this time his voice a perfect match for the demeanor he had.
And once the boy looked at him in the eyes trying to find compassion, he only saw cold ice as the man loaded the gun.
And once that happened the boy found a way of killing him fairly.
He rushed towards him and was immediately head blowed by the quick hand of the man over the shotgun trigger.
Everything faded off, only a small part of the boy consciousness remainjng,the fact that his brain is now laying on the ground instead of his head was taking away a big chunk of what he could think of.
Only that consciousness his ability gave him resided inside of his beheaded body.
And with that was enough to hold himself back of regenerating again.
Time passed before he decided it was enough, and his head grew back, instantly watching the sky, which for some reason was moving.
He pulled his head up watching the old man taking him by the leg,his other hand with the shotgun pointing down as he walked inside the field of taller plants.
"Damn kid..."
"Now I got to wash the whole damn place of his disguting brain..." The old man muttered,his head only looking ahead without realizing the kid he was talking about was headless-less.
"Now it's fair to kill you..." The kid muttered.
"Ah!" The old man quickly looked back expecting someone behind him,but the only difference he saw was that the kid was alive again.
Once he realized, his hand let go of the leg of the teenager to try and reload the shotgun,only to be thrown to the ground by the teenager who got over him.
"What the fuck!" The old man,even with his blood pumping,it couldn't wash away the uncertainty of watching someone come back to life.
And this was enough for the kid to take the gun off his hand,and in all fairness, the teenager blowed his head just as he did some time ago.
"Finally..." He muttered watching the corpse laying on the ground.
"I'm still feeling jealous whenever I see someone laying dead so peacefully..." The kid said throwing the gun away as he started dragging the old man by the leg.
3 weeks.
The boy was currently sitting on a chair while looking at the old computer,his eyes reading with ease the guide of how to cook an egg.
"So after dropping it and turning the fire on for about some minutes it's ready to be eaten..." he read before looking down at the black charred looking omelet.
And then he looked back to the fresh yellow omelet in the computer screen.
"Yeah seems decent..." he said before taking the egg to his mouth.
After finding this computer inside the small house and figuring out how it works,he found so many things that he could make a list long enough to cover a whole book.
Yeah now that he knows what a books is, and it's clearly more boring than what she told me they're, maybe he'll find love for them later.
Also with this computer, he learned how close Jericho actually is; Like 3 or 4 towns of distance between Elmore and Jericho here in Vermont, and after tracing a route for himself to get there, now he is ready to go.
He stood up off the chair watching himself on the dust covered mirror next to him,his body was now a lot greater than before, he passed from looking like a living undead to looking like a skinny loser nerd in a movie.
"I look ready to be bullied today..." he muttered under his breath before taking the suitcase he prepared and the phone of the old deceased man.
He got outside the house and in the truck, turning it on with the keys he later found on the pocket of the old man,hr rode to the chicken house nearby, and with the set of keys he had, he opened the cage,making the chickens get out instantly to bite the sweet taste of freedom.
"I understand you all! Now that I'm going, you'll have to find your own way of living!" The boy yelled before running to the truck again.
He rode to the house again,the phone in his hand as he cleared the search history,nobody has to know he searched what porn was.
Then he looked at the screen,the picture behind the apps clearly making his heart ache for killing the old man.
A man happily hugging his wife with a pair of two little kids under them,all of them smilling for a picture behind a lake,the two kids,a girl and a boy, both holding a bass between their small arms.
He smiled at the sight, watching how even someone who tried killing him was a person, he even was like her, she had a family and a daughter too, at least that's what she told him.
He stopped riding once he got in a clear place of the corn field,in the middle a handmade grave for the man.
"Hey Robert..." he said softly while I started dialing 911.
"I'm sorry for this..., if I knew how hard you had it after losing your wife,maybe I wouldn't have rushed myself to killing you in all fairness..." he said before the call started.
He threw the phone to the ground next to the grave and got in the truck,starting to drive to the road alongside.
Thankfully since the man lived so far, he was closer to the main road he needed to take and get to Jericho.
He drove for about 3 hours,the road seemly infinite and with a lack of even a lone car.
With this, he opened the glove of the car, watching the same newspaper he found just recently when he was preparing everything to the small trip.
His left hand on the wheel, the lack of any driving skill clearly as he watched the news in the front paper.
"New dead case in Jericho..."
"Nearby the school Evermore in the forest,there was found traces of a hiker dead,strangely even with the severe trauma that the body suffered,the victim body was recovered from the scene,with only a missing toe."
"Well Nevermore seems like quite the heartwarming place..., what would happen if they took any of my body now that I think about..." His mind wandered to the strange scientist who would do any sort of weird things,only now that he understand the world to certain point he would compare them to the experiments the germans did during ww2.
His mind didn't offer more to think about as he passed the paper,his mind losing track of the possibilities.
"Nah...,I didn't find anything related to taking parts of me,there were only parts of her..."
"So many eggs..."
"Apparently all of them met failure when trying to fertilize them, so I must be careful, out there must be someone who understands how far our power reaches..." he muttered while putting the newspaper inside the glove.
"Some more and I'll be in Hyde park in no time,Then after Johnson In Waterville I must take a turn to Cambridge..." he said while his head reviewed the whole trip.
"And thankfully he had a spare can of gasoline!" Hr said with a smirk now taking the steering wheel,his feet barely touching the padels even after adjusting the seat as close as possible.
He got his hand inside the wallet,the old id in contrast of what looked like a fresh made photo,after taking a long night understanding how does the image worked using the tint it already had,reversing it enough times until gettting the needed result.
Effectively making a self protrait of himself, with the hardest part making it look like an actual picture rather than a painting, so he rugged it and tried to make it look older.
So the self portrait was one of when he was 13 years old.
And thankfully changing the id was much easier,so as long as an officer stops him, he can be deceiving enough.
"So much for being a weakling!" He yelled taking a bottle of water and drinking from it.
2 days.
"So kid where are your parents?" The calm lady asked the teenager infront of the reception.
"Far away." He said leaving 50 dollars in front of her,this was enough to shut her up,putting 20 in the register and the other 30 inside her cleavage.
"Here's your key dear, that'll be for the entire day!" She said, her emotionless voice now changed for a much happier one.
"Thank you." He said grabbing the key which was attached to a small wooden keychain,only a small bar with the number 12 written on it.
He walked inside the two levels motel,using the stairs to get to the second floor where he put the key inside the doorknob with room 12 written on the door.
He watched a small sized bed and a desk in front of it,in a side an opening for a closet and the other with a small tv on top of a smaller desk.
"Gosh people live like kings..." he said dropping his entire luggage aside and taking off the oversized black coat,putting it on the doorknob.
Then he took off my shoes to throw himself at the bed,the softness feeling as good as any other bed he has tried(he only tried the old bed Robert had in his house).
"Life is good..."