The Reaper

The Reaping

   The man ran, running left to right, trying to escape death, but you cant outrun the inevitable.   Sweat poured off his face, Steam practically made itself. He ran and ran desperately, pushing through crowds of people, not bothering to look back or apologize. He ran until he couldn't run anymore. This was it he was ready, he couldn't possibly run any more. Then he saw an alley, hope twiddled inside of him, " I can do this" he thought to himself, He could make it. He half ran half limped into  the dark ally, back against the wall, he didn't dare make a noise. He waited, and waited, After awhile he could only assume he was safe, so he sat against the wall and took long deep agonizing breaths. He was safe, he thought, he did it. Slowly, using the wall as support, he managed to get up, he walked out the alley, but something was different, something FELT different. He smelled something rancid, like the smell of dead rodents. He looked around, and suddenly the familiar scenery shifted, it was dark, except for a little light. He walked towards the light, which he found to be a lantern. Using the lantern as a light source, he scanned his surroundings, the smell was even more agonizingly rancid, and now he knew why. All around him were human corpses. He nearly puked, he doubled over and took deep breaths, It couldn't be real, it couldn't hed thought repeatedly. He stood up, and he felt something cold grab his shoulder, he was terrified, he would not turn back. A dark deep and menacing voice whispered in his ear, "Time's up!", then, he felt a sharp point, a scythe, rip a hole in his chest, it was over now, he was done for.