I am a 19 year old starting my first year of college in the fall, my name is Samantha.
It was mid summer, it was always rainy or foggy in the little town of Nova Scotia. I had been out for my morning walk when a big old Ford truck had stopped and the young man in the truck asked why a girl like me was alone in the rain. I kept walking ignoring the shady man, who had kept trying to convince me to get in his truck.
After a while he started to get irritable and yelled at me, now frightened I toke off at a Sprint down the old road that led into the woods, hearing the mans footsteps thundering behind on my tail. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. I used to be in the track team at the high school.
Glancing back for just a brief second seeing the man was no longer chasing me, I turned my head back around I had ran into a guy in a black suit carrying a AK-47. From shock, I fell to the ground with a Yelp of pain when my spine made contact with the stump sticking out of the ground. The man the I had ran into raised the butt of his gun and cracked me in the face knocking me out concious.I knew I was caught.
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