Run

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My feet slap against the ground, my backpack painfully digging into me as it bounces up and down.
But I don't care.
I have to find the wild ones. I have to leave fear. They know I'm a rebel. They know I've been working under their noises now.
They know.
And I'm fucked.
My feet dig into the dessert sand as I run threw the small outside village.
They're after me.
My body is in hyperdrive, I can barely feel the pain in my ankles, skimming along the ground.
But I'm too slow.
I dive into a villagers house as the shadows catch up to me.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I yell as I dive for cover, everyone fleeing their houses like idiots.
They are dead once they step outside.
Everyone will be dead.
Here I have a chance to survive.
A small chance.
As the house caves in, I close my eyes. And hope for the best.

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