He had been running for too long. Far too long. It only made sense for him to have to stop after a while, panting and hunched over. Ballister froze when he heard the crunch of gravel near him- a heavy breath from the shadows. He had been so caught up in catching his breath, that he hadn't looked to see if he was being followed. His head jerked up, looking around to see who had made the noise. "Hello-? Who is there?" His voice was shaky. He was shaky. He couldn't keep running like this.