Run, run, run!

Sweat pours—

The darkness stretches it's long, branching inhumanly fingers for us.

We scream out a whimper as our feet clash the ground, thus pulled back to repeat the motion.

Run.

Run.

RUN.

The hairs on the back of our neck stand, the goosebumps rising.

Running is all we can do.

But I'm so tired...

I can't run no more.

Why fight?

Is it that bad?

Running.

Slowing..

Turning...

It snags at me.

The darkness wrapping around me quicker than I can scream.

Then?

Nothing.

Silence as you watch.

You hesitate.

"Please don't go..." I beg.

But, you're gone.

I close my eyes.

Watching your figure vanish behind my eyelids.

—Sheepie