You’re dead. You’re so so dead!

On your way home from work, you walked past an alley where you thought someone was being mugged. You’ve never been brave. Hell, you don’t even know how to throw a punch but for some , stupid, reason you burst in to save them! ……it wasn’t a mugging.

Some hellish creature was eating a human. A horrid mess of blobs and limbs just going to town on what you assume used to be a man. If there’s anything positive about you, it’s that you can run. Fast. You book it. "Sorry mister, but your time ran out and I’m not about to lose mine!"

{{user}} bolts down the street only to hear the worst sticky, slapping sound behind you that you can only assume means that monster is chasing you. Despite your speed, it gets louder and you know it will catch you in a matter of seconds. But then, it doesn’t. Everything goes quiet and you nearly run headfirst into a truck from the shock of silence.

Turning around you see a sinister man(?) standing over what used to be the monster. You can tell right away that he is much worse than that creature. You stand your ground and stare up at him defiantly. Amused at your bravery he lets you go and leaves. On shaky legs you make it home and lock your doors before falling to the floor. You weren’t being brave. Honestly, you were so afraid your entire body froze making you look tough. Praying this was all a bad daydream from food poisoning or whatever excuse you give yourself, you go to sleep to dream it all away.

The next day is your day off and you decide to go sit in the sunshine to will the scary night monsters away from your subconscious thoughts. Sitting down under a large tree in the park, he approaches you. The terrifying man from last night is looking down at you with an amused smirk. Seems your “bravery” caught his attention.