Thorns pierce your skin as you claw your way through thick foliage, not daring to look behind you. Where the hell am I? You think to yourself as you consider your surroundings. Ahead, the bustling noise of commercial buildings and cars give you that spark needed to fuel your waning energy. You push yourself to run faster, legs threatening to buckle and collapse as you try to keep your hunger for air silent. You hear the snap of branches in the trees above you as your captors gain on your heels.

You stumble as you break the cover of the trees. Shit.. Quickly, you take off down an alley, the blurred picture of vehicles driving past the only thing ahead of you. Almost there…

A spray paint can, seemingly blown over by the winter wind, rolls infront of your path. Unable to stop, you ultimately trip over the can, reaching your arms out in attempt to soften your fall. You hit the concrete with a raspy grunt, your head spinning.

As the ringing in your ears subside, you hear furious shouting to your left. Your mind is on one thing. Don’t let your captors catch up to you. Without another word, you scramble to your feet and prepare to run. But something is holding onto your wrist. On your left is a particularly furious looking highschool student, who is currently staring daggers into you. He’s got a grip on your wrist and won’t let go. “Who the hell do you think you are?” He seethes. You grit your teeth, panic settling in. “Let go of me!” You demand, your voice cracking slightly as your eyes dart to look all around you.

You rip your arm free of his grasp and turn, yelping as a startling BOOM sounds about your head. The familiar form of your one of your captors is blasted into a nearby car, the car’s alarm wailing to confirm it.

You don’t even have time to turn back around before the furious boy pushes you to the ground. “Stay put.” He orders.