He runs, knowing stopping means certain death.
Past his family, broken and bloodied.
He keeps running, his spirt breaking with each member he passes.
He sees his loved one, his whole world, in a bloody heap on the ground and his legs finally give in.
He tumbles to the ground, dark shadows racing to break his fall.
They wrap around him, tightening the grip, choking the life blood out of him like a sponge.
He breathes his last wondering what could've been if he didn't give up...
