Thicker then Blood (Frank Morrison fanfic)

Run, that's all I can do. Every minute, every second I spend in this continuing cycle of hell. I feel my breath getting heavier every second as run to hide. Surviving is the only thing that is on my mind, for how much longer I, don't know.

He's after me since I am the last one alive. I never thought about the constant idea of dying from different murderous people. He's alittle different tho, and not in a good way obviously. Something about this one stands out from the others. I can't stop to just think with a target on my back. He's still looking for me. Little did I know he had more in store then just killing me.