He knew his mind was beginning to slip. Three years of solitude does that even to the strongest of people.
It began with the first recurring nightmare. It was set back in the time before.
In it, he’d fallen asleep in the front seat of his car and was startled awake by a sudden and harsh rapping on his window. Turning to look, he saw a hooded figure peering at him, and the sight caused him to jump so violently, he woke up.
Looking around, he was still safe in the old car that he’s stripped out two years before.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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