Clay tried going east. The rest of the country was over there, and maybe he could find a place with low crime rates.
Utah’s rate was pretty low. So that was his next stop.
Phone call with Apollo. Cryptic warnings were uttered. Friends were made extremely confused.
The grocery store wasn’t robbed this time. But when Clay made a sandwich out of some lunch meat, he got sick. So sick he couldn’t get himself out of bed. His phone was at the other side of the room, and any attempt to move sent a wave of dizziness so severe Clay almost passed out.
And so he slowly withered away from a combination of sickness and dehydration, his phone ringing all the while.