Arrin could think of dozens of options for escaping his predicament, but none he wanted to take; like taking his life, or stopping and killing those following him. Then he came upon an exit leading to a place called “Wingate Forest". That would do. The tires of his stolen SUV squealed as he took the exit.

The helicopter stayed above him, plaguing him for mile after mile with the pilot occasionally calling down through a megaphone, “Pull over, clone. You cannot escape.”

Arrin turned left onto a trail leading into dense trees, crashed through thick brush, narrowly missed a large boulder seeming materializing in front of him, mowed over a swath of young trees, swerved around a fully grown tree. Nothing slowed him down until he came upon a dense stand of fully grown tr...

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