March 4, 2015 (9)
I was walking through the streets of an unfamiliar city (what's with all of these unfamiliar locations?!), and I felt like I was being watched, so I looked behind me. Walking toward me, standing out from the crowds due to his blood-soaked hoodie and knife reflecting the light from the sun into my eyes, was Jeff the killer. (what is with him continuously showing up in my unconscious mind?!) I was still looking behind me when I started running, so I saw him start his true pursuit. At that point, I looked in front of me again (I still had no control over my actions, btw). It's a good thing I looked ahead of me, because there was an intersection with the "walk" light on the flashing red hand. I wouldn't make it across! The cars slowly started pulling out, and I did something completely insane. I jumped from hood, to roof, to sidewalk! I felt the shock from each impact as my legs bent slightly to avoid injury. I hoped that Jeff either wouldn't try, would get carried away by one of the cars, or would be slower at it than I was. That's why I looked behind me. I wished I hadn't. He did it faster, and was gaining on me even faster than before! I ran into a crowd, hoping that it would slow him down and make me harder to find. It didn't. He just killed everyone in his way, thus keeping a good view of me. I was screwed. He quickly caught me, said his line, and killed me. What the fuck did I do to him to make him kill me so fucking much?!
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