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The Countdown

Racing Against Time

By Moses Kurtis Published 13 days ago 3 min read
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Tick, tick, tick. The countdown had begun.

Sarah stood frozen in the dimly lit alley, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Her eyes darted around, searching desperately for an escape route. But the walls seemed to close in on her, trapping her in a cage of fear and desperation.

She clutched the briefcase tightly to her chest, the weight of its contents reminding her of the stakes. The deal was supposed to be simple: deliver the package, get paid, disappear. But something had gone wrong, terribly wrong.

Footsteps echoed behind her, growing louder with each passing moment. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she spun around, coming face to face with the looming figure of a man she knew too well. The fear in his eyes mirrored her own, a silent acknowledgment of the danger they were both in.

"Sarah, we need to talk," he said, his voice urgent.

But Sarah knew there was no time for talk. She had to get out of there, and fast.

Adrenaline surged through Sarah's veins as she made a split-second decision. With a burst of energy, she darted forward, sprinting down the alleyway with all the speed she could muster. Behind her, she could hear the pounding footsteps of her pursuer, closing in with frightening speed.

The end of the alley was in sight, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Sarah pushed herself harder, her legs burning with exertion as she raced towards the light at the end of the tunnel. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, the world around her narrowing down to a single, desperate thought: escape.

In the blink of an eye, Sarah burst out of the alley and into the bustling street beyond. People rushed past her, oblivious to the drama unfolding in their midst. With a surge of relief, she stumbled forward, the briefcase slipping from her grasp and clattering to the pavement below.

But there was no time to retrieve it.

Behind her, the sound of gunfire shattered the air, sending panicked screams echoing through the street. Sarah ducked instinctively, pressing herself against the nearest building as bullets whizzed past her head. She closed her eyes, praying for a miracle.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the gunfire stopped.

Sarah opened her eyes cautiously, peering around the corner to survey the scene. The alley was empty now, the only evidence of the chaos that had ensued the discarded briefcase lying abandoned on the ground.

With trembling hands, Sarah picked up the briefcase and fled into the night, leaving behind the shattered remains of a deal gone wrong. But as she disappeared into the darkness, she couldn't shake the feeling that the countdown had only just begun. She knew she was being hunted, and the next minute might be her last chance to stay alive. Each second felt like an eternity, stretching out before her with endless possibilities and dangers lurking in every shadow. Sarah knew that in this unforgiving world, time was a luxury she couldn't afford to waste.

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  • Alex H Mittelman 13 days ago

    Well written!

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