Nighttime. It was darker than the cookie part of an Oreo, and my legs were sore. I was completely out of breath 10 minutes ago, but I couldn't stop running. IT might get me. The wheat against my skin was itchy, and my lungs were filled with dust from hyperventilating. I knew I should've gotten that haircut, then I wouldn't have all of these thorns stuck it it now. Gotta keep running, can't stop, IT is coming.
If I stop who KNOWS what IT will do to me. You are probably wondering what IT is. Well guess what buddy so am I. At the moment, it's fear of the unknown.
My legs are jelly, my feet are peanut butter, wait that's not the proper adjective I meant to use. I must be hungry. I kinda want spaghetti, but with cheese instead of sauce.
Oh shoot while I was thinking of food I tripped on a bug.
Well no escaping now, I guess I'll just lay here and wait for whatever is coming. It approaches.
Maybe it'll be a puppy. Everyone loves puppies.
Nah puppies can't run that fast.
It could be a cheetah, if they were local to this area. Hmmm. Well I guess we'll find out in about 1 minute.
Oh no I hear it's foot steps.
I can see its eyes.
Wait is that, no it can't be.
It's, IT'S....
JOHN CENA
*sirens*
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