My feet hit the ground running as I scramble out of bed. I hear a soft, muffled thud to my right. The window. Crap. I don't dare to look. I pick up speed and leap over the banister right out the front door. Another place to sleep gone, I think, just like that. They're always there, trying to kill me, but so far they haven't succeeded. Who's "they" you ask? The Riders.
