Last Breath
My chest burns as I barrel through the side alleys, scrambling between streets trying to escape its gaze. Even in the vacant alleys, the moon acts as a spotlight, giving me no hope of hiding. No matter the path I choose or the obstacles I leave behind, I can feel its weight on my back as I see a wall ahead. My lungs scream as I climb onto a dumpster to vault the chain fence blocking my escape, and as I stumble forward into a new street, I look back in hopes the beast is gone. Behind the fence I just avoided I can see the harsh yellow eyes of my stalker, persistent in its goal, and as I am trapped in its eyes, I feel my world tilt as I fall into the street.