Run Quinn, run

Running. Running. I'm running. Why am I running? What am I running from? Am I even running from anything? Where am I running? I don't see an end, a finish line. Running. That's all I'm doing, is running. All I know is I have to run. All I can remember is this voice telling me to run. I don't know what from. I don't know where I'm running to, and I don't know why I'm running, but if I stop, if I stop running I know it won't be good. Is something chasing me? I look back but what do I see? I see darkness. Pitch black, an inky darkness. Am I the one doing the chasing? I back around and look in front of me, but when it is then that I relies I've been running in an empty void, I see nothing just a black emptiness, a black hole of shadowy blackness. I keep running. I don't know where, I don't know what from and I don't know why. All I know is, I have or run.