Friday, September 27, 2013
100 Words a Day 395
Her lungs were burning, but she continued running towards the storm drain; it wouldn’t be able to follow her through the small opening. As the black void of safety grew larger before her, the footfalls of the beast chasing her grew louder. Its steps pounded in her ears as she dove for the narrow opening, praying she would get though. She cleared the opening, but felt a lance of pain spike up her leg. She crashed into the side of the tunnel and was stunned for a moment. Looking back, she saw the beast clawing at her through the barrier.