I run, run as fast as i can taking in large gulps of air. Hearing the sounds of crunching leaves and branches snapping under my feet. Still moving; I still need to keep moving. My sides burn, I'm not used to running so far and so fast. I hear them, people. Ghosts, maybe. Something unmoral on this earth, whoever they are still chasing me. I take a quick peak behind me and see their gaining on me. I need to keep running: life or death. I just need to survive one more day. I keep running taking one more peak behind me, tripping. I try getting up as fast as my body will allow me to, i still keep running.
Running is all i can do, is all i ever will do at this point. If they - whoever- catches me, it's over. Its all over.
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The End (On Hold)
RandomRunning is all i can do, is all i ever will do at this point. If they - whoever- catches me, it's over. Its all over.
