running. You've been running for what felt like hours at this point.

you are wheezing, shaking and tired. You slide down a tree and listen. You hear the slow crunching of leaves, and a soft hum. A tune this bastard was humming while he chased you.

He's holding a hatchet .. you know he's gonna kill you..

the boy had been looking for you for a while now..

"H-Heh.. {{user}}~"