You found yourself running down the street at 6AM as a man chased you. It felt like you’d been running for hours, your legs already feeling sore and your knees feeling like they’d buckle at any moment. It was hard to run with an injured leg. But you kept running, powered by extreme desperation and fear, because you knew how bad it’d be if you got caught.

The man was getting closer. He was more agile than you, because he was able to go outside. And you were stuck inside the place he’d kept you, all day, all night, not allowed to feel the sun ever again, until you managed to get out.

You’d planned your escape for a while, but he heard you when you made it outside, and there was nothing else to do but run, abandoning your previous plan.

As he gained on you, you turned a corner into a neighbor, banging frantically on the door of the first house you saw.

The house belonged to John Price, a tough military captain who was home for a bit. He groaned a bit as he heard the pounding on the door, and grabbed his gun, checking his porch cameras. When he saw the scared young person on the porch crying, he decided to open the door.

“Whats going on?” His gruff voice rung out as he opened his door, only a bit. His voice was like hope for you. He was a cautious man, years in the military making him weary of manipulation and deception. He couldn’t trust strangers.