Footsteps.

by hangonz92

I was running.  Fists clenched, eyes focused on the expansive darkness ahead. The sweat burned my eyes and a stinging pain attacked my legs but I ran ever onward, looking back only once to note my progress.

I stopped with breathless satisfaction when I could no longer see what was behind me.

There was a sun behind the clouds here. The rain was refreshing.

But night came soon. And I could hear the footsteps making their way back to me. Those terrible, ominous footsteps. They pounded in my head and shook my frame. There was never anything good at the end of their path. I could run again. But they would find me. I closed my eyes as they advanced, letting them take me.

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