![]() My pounding heart swells with regret, both over my life which is now flashing before my eyes, and over my actions during the last hour which set me on this fateful path.Īlthough I’ve only ever heard rumors of the mythical beasts that supposedly inhabit the east end of town, I do believe in the validity of their existence. I see two more shadowy figures emerging behind the first one, hidden in the fog. It moves closer to me and my body stiffens as I ready myself to fight. Moving toward me, coming out of the darkness but disguised by the pre-dawn mist, is a creature-I can only imagine the teeth and claws-the grotesqueness of my demise. I brace my back against the chilly lamp post, waiting for my pursuers to surround me, not knowing if I’ll survive this encounter. ![]() I’m at a disadvantage as my pursuers seem to be able to see in the dark. I’ll have to take a stand where I can see. I make a quick decision, and race toward the only light that glows in the black of the night-a street lamp. The lactic acid buildup is too much, I’m cramping, and my lungs can’t handle inhaling the frosty air. I’m running out of steam and I can’t keep going at this pace much longer. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. My senses are suddenly heightened from another shot of adrenaline, as I hear my pursuers quickly leap over the fence and close in behind me. Out! My muscles contract as I climb the chain links, and I hear the raspy tear of denim while jumping over the top. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. I turn briskly around the next corner, and meet with a rattling smash. ![]() I force myself to push through the air surrounding me which is clear gelatin, matching the consistency of my legs beneath me. I need to get out of this side of the city, the area where people disappear without a trace. In the darkness it is deafening, diminishing my other senses. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. My heart races, this time faster and stronger. I leap over an upturned garbage can, tripping at the last moment, scrambling back to my feet, taking a split second to glance behind me. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. As I run down the old, decrepit alleyway, my heart pounds in my ears, blocking out sounds of my pursuers.
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