scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
As I walk through the dark alleyway, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. The neon lights from the nearby bars cast an eerie glow over the empty streets, making me feel like I'm walking into a trap. But I have no choice, I have to get out of here, and fast.
I've been running for what feels like hours, my feet pounding against the pavement as I try to put as much distance between myself and the psycho who's been chasing me. My heart is racing in my chest, and my breath comes in short gasps as I try to catch my own wind. I can hear the sound of footsteps behind me, getting closer with every step.
I know I'm running out of time, and I have to make a decision fast. Do I keep running, or do I take a chance and go for help? Either way, I'll be putting myself in greater danger, but at least if I try to get some help, I might have a fighting chance. But what if they don't believe me? What if they turn against me? The thought sends a chill down my spine as I look over my shoulder, wondering who - or what - is coming for me next.
