The figure, tall and dark, approaches. I do not move but stay rooted to the spot. He has not seen me yet from where I am hidden behind the wall but still, he gets closer. As I stand, paralysed by fear, my breathing quickens and then, it all happens so quickly. I let out a sigh and the figure sees me. Our eyes connect for a fraction of a second but then I am running. My feet carry me along the wall and over a gate. As I continue to run the only sound is my breathing and heavy footsteps along the pathway. My pursuer is a mere few feet behind me, his shadow cast forwards, so that I can see it by the late afternoon sun. My knees are becoming weak. I feel myself flowing down. I try to run faster, my bare feet struggling against the rocky ground and then I trip. As my face smashed against the warm hard ground I scramble to my feet in an attempt to continue on my getaway. But I cannot move, i am stuck. It is over.
