Before he knew it, one of the creature’s claws dug itself into his chest. The pain was immense. Blood oozed from the wound. He began to feel faint.

Before the creature struck again, he turned around and bolted.

Because of his light build, he was incredibly fast, but clearly not fast enough. As he ran, the creature landed small, shallow cuts across his back.

He kept running, his boots slapping against the pavement, his breathing hitched and shallow.

He ran and ran, past the great towering buildings, jumping over fences, and only narrowly missing garbage cans.

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Somehow, after what felt like hours, he finally reached the bridge.

He ran along the side of it, taking in quick, short breaths.

He finally gave in and fell on his hands and knees.

Surely someone would drive past and see him. Save him. But no one ever did. There wasn’t a single person in sight.

The creature reared up to attack and delivered a crashing blow to his arm, sending him to the ground.

There was now a deep slash on his upper arm, blood gushing from it.

The world around him started to go black at an alarming pace.

He felt so weak. So tired. He longed just to close his eyes, to sleep..

But he saw something.

A light.

It spoke in a beautiful yet eery voice.

“Run.”

Somehow the world was coming back around him, he suddenly had a burst of energy. His strength came back to him.

So he did what he was told.

He stood up and ran.