DOOR NUMBER SIX
In the woods “they” could place these little button things, nano-circuit microphones and cameras (in the area close to the house). “Never alone.” He was mumbling to himself as he hobbled up the front porch stairs. He looks at the brown sky muttering to himself about the future THAT never came. In its wake of broken promises came a world that nobody wants to live in. He wonders why he's still alive. “i should of died fifty years ago. I had a choice I chose to stay. Why?”
