“I knew what he was planning on doing, and there was no way I was going to stick around.”
I don’t know if you’ve ever been on the flag team for construction, but just in case you haven’t, let me be the first one to tell you, it sucks. Especially on the back-ass roads in the middle of nowhere. There’s only so much you can do to keep from losing your mind due to boredom. At least if there were cars coming and going it would give me something to do.
What keeps my mind off the boredom is checking out things far off in the distance. I focus on them and try to figure out what they are. Normally it’s just a rabbit or something stupid like that.
Every once in awhile I get to talk to whoever’s on the other end of the walkie-talkie. You know, the other guy flagging a few miles down one of these labyrinth like back roads. But it’s not too often the guys I work with want to hear about the newest episode of the Flash. So I usually end up working alone with nobody to talk with.
This was day three on this job, and I was running out of things to look at. Then something caught my eye. I couldn’t make out what it was for awhile; it looked like two small black dots darting across the field in the distance.
As the dots got closer, I started to make out what was really going on. The dots started to take the shape of two men; one was in front of the other. They were sprinting, but the first guy couldn’t stay upright for very long. Number two closed the space between them with an incredible quickness.
They must’ve been somewhere between two hundred, two hundred and fifty feet at this point. If it hadn’t been for my good vision, I probably couldn’t tell what was happening. Especially through the thick bushes.
They finally stopped running and the two men were facing each other for a couple of minutes, then the second guy struck the first man down to his knees. The man on his knees looked like he was begging for his life while his pursuer reached inside of his jacket and pulled out a gun.
The next thing I knew there was a loud bang. Then the poor sap fell face first into the high weeds. I was stunned. It took a full ten seconds for me to realize what had happened. But once I did, I got this horrible, sick feeling in my stomach. I felt the stop sign slide from my slacked grip and it hit the ground with a loud thump.
The crazed gunman whipped his head towards me and started my way. I knew what he was planning on doing, and there was no way I was going to stick around. I started to run like I was the Flash. Didn’t even think to tell the other guys through the walkie what was going on until I’d already reached town. By then, it was already too late. Hopefully the other guys made it out okay.
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