Run away

You scramble to your feet and push your way through the crowd, running as fast as you can. You keep checking behind you, but can’t tell through the mob if you’re still being pursued. Still, you’re sure you can hear the boy’s feet pounding the ground behind you, so you continue to run.

Quickly, you tire out, and slow to a walk. You’re sure no one’s following you anymore, but you continue to walk just to make sure.

Eventually you’re miles away from the town. You’re exhausted, gasping for breath, your dry throat pleading for water. There doesn’t seem to be any in sight. The sun has set, and you’re light is just the glowing orange trail that the sun always seems to make when it leaves the sky. What do you do?

The End

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