Alex was running down the street.
Running from something that he couldn’t see.
He knew something was behind him, he could hear it. But he could not see it.
All he knew was that it was getting closer with every step.
He kept running down the street hoping that he would meet someone but it was late, and none was out.
He didn’t stop even though his thighs were screaming and his lungs felt like they were going to explode.
He didn’t stop because he knew that if he did the thing behind him would get him.
He knew that it would take him and drag him back to where it had come from.
Alex could hear its steps closing in. He couldn’t outrun it. Soon it would have him.
He didn’t understand what it was or what it wanted, but he knew that he had to keep running.
Keep running even though his body was on the verge of collapse.
He wanted to stop, he wanted to stop and scream at the thing and tell it to go away, but he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. He knew he had to keep running.
Alex knew that even as his legs gave out and he fell on the street.
He didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. The thing chasing him had won.
He laid there on the ground as the monster he had been running from came.
It growled and walked around Alex before sinking its teeth into his back and began dragging him back to where it had come from.
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