MidnightSara

Thud'thuh. Thud'thuh. Heart is racing, thick and as loud as your feet running from the unknown that is rapidly closing the distance from behind. Mind scrambling escape plans; Bursting out into the vestibule and round to the stone walls of the courtyard and towards the trees. A moment of victory flickers as you feel the presence has faded. Do. Not. Stop. is the warning in the depths of your mind. Hearing the brush of foliage and snapping of branches, suddenly feel his breath on your neck. "Run." The words are a crack of a whip from brain to feet. Survival is the rawest of instincts. It's the choking, a burn deep within the lungs, your

Danger. It never had a scent, until now. It is the smell of your lifeless body rotten and decayed. The warning is the fluttering nervous system pumping adrenaline to get your feet to walk away. Never the less, your heart rate increases, and every ounce of your body screaming: "run!" and, yet, fascination has your feet planted. MidnightSara © 2011 The character in this story are trademark TM and copyright protected © by the author. Neither the character nor the story may be used without written permission from the author.