Run

Saratoga is a small town right in the heart of Maine. It's just an average, boring town where everyone knows everyone. People mostly walk or bike places in Saratoga, so there aren't many cars or roads. In the middle of it all, there is the Saratoga park. Here, people host barbecues, play volleyball, watch the little ones run from imaginary evil, the usual things. Usual. That's the word. The word that describes this town perfectly. Nothing unique about it. At least that's what Cara thought.

(Warning: This story include scenes with gore, bad language, and mild "sexy times". Viewer discretion is advised)