Fuck.
Idiot! I got careless and see where it got me. I still can't believe I fell for that obvious trap. Jesus fuck.
Three hollow-point bullets, shot at point blank splintered my bone and pulverized my muscles as if it were salsa. I closed my eyes and focused. Sinews latched between broken bones and muscles. They pulled together and fused the bloody fractures. Once done on the inside, my my skin fused at the site of the wound. Even though I can regenerate my limbs, the pain is still there. And it fucking hurts.
Right now, I'm a stowaway inside a train heading westward. I don't know exactly where but as long as it's far from B.E.G. it's fine by me.
As I sat here, healing the rest of my wounds, I lay my plans. Primary objective is to get as far as possible and as fast as possible. Waiting gives them time. And times gives them plans to catch me. I must be quick, unpredictable and most importantly, strong. I won't let myself be caught again.
Choices swirled in my mind. Tens, if not hundreds of them are present as of now. And choices present the fact that I can only choose one. I think of a choice on how to proceed.