Hey everyone, sorry for the late update.

The last 48 hours were extremely harrowing and it's taking a lot of my energy to recount

the events.

This will be my final update.

After this, I need to focus on recovery.

So as per comment in my last post, I had made it to the main road and was starting to get

better signal.

I texted a friend but hadn't heard back yet.

My calls were still dropping.

At this point, I still hadn't quantified the danger enough in my head to justify

calling 911.

That just seemed overkill.

I had been walking for miles when at last I saw a small farmhouse down the road.

I'll admit I didn't run to it.

I was exhausted at this point so I kept up my even pace.

Glad relief was likely just ahead.

That was when I heard the roar of an engine behind me.

The first car I had heard the entire time I was walking.

I turned around in my stomach dropped when I recognized Riders Blue Truck.

Before I could even think to react, he roared past me, turning the truck to block the

road and stopped in front of me.

Get in the truck now.

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