There was no point in running, yet you still did. No matter how badly your lungs burnt, how numb your legs had gone, or how hard your heart pounded, you couldn’t stop. Stoping meant dying.

You turned a corner, almost running into the wall with the sharp turn, before scurrying behind a door. You took deep and much needed breaths as you closed your eyes. His mechanic steps were harsh, but the silence that followed was worse.

”Boo.”