The Wolves Of Manhattan

The Wolves Of Manhattan

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She runs.She runs like if she stoped dead in her tracks,she'd turned to dust. Which,if she stops,might just happen. She pounces left and right on the dirt. She isnt looking.She has closed her eyes and just.....breathing.Even though she hadnt been here for 3 years she knew these woods like the back of her hand.She suddenly felt a pain in her side.Had they caught up with her?She hit the ground,face first.Then,she looked back to see a large root sticking out of the ground,as if to be mocking her.
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I was running, it was dark and there were tress everywhere. My long dark wet hair flying everywhere, it stuck to my face covering my eyes. I remember seeing a movie like this once. There was this girl and she was in a city and she was running from someone and she looked back to see if he was still chasing her and she tripped and fell. The guy got her and she thought he was going to kill her. I had always made fun of those girls cause if you were being chased you wouldn't look back you'd keep running. The ground was wet I could feel my feet sliding. I turn my head just enough to see if the creature was still behind me, I tripped over something hard and I fell to the ground face first. My eyes were closed but I could feel as if something or someone was behind me chasing me.

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