Lungs on
fire, legs pumping. They’re on your heels. Run, run, run.
The men in
the masks are here with torches and dart guns. They want to take you back to
the grey buildings. Keep running, just keep running and don’t you stop. Don’t
look back, don’t make a sound, just run.
Lights! A
van! Take shelter when you can, behind one of the pods with the portholes. Hold
your breath...they’re close...so close...their breathing...is all you can hear
so, don’t...move...a...muscle...
They’re
passing, you have to move. Now! Go! Feet pound on soil...sounds of chains being
slipped behind you...DOGS! Run, move, sprint, to the water. Maybe you’ll find
respite there. .
Cold fear,
heightened by cold water rising, lights burn into the murky depths around you.
They know
you’re there...but they can’t see you. All you need to do is wait.
Soon,
you’ll be here, soon. We will escape together. All you need to do is keep moving.
Every step you take brings you closer to me, where I am.
Inside this
prison. Inside this tomb. Inside these minds.
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