But then I stopped. What made them evil? What made me want to run? That was the question that kept popping up in my mind as I continued to flee. Over the hill. Then the next one. Then the next. Which one would keep me safe? Where could I hide that they would not see me? Or maybe I should let them see me. My feet were growing numb. The sun was breaking over the horizon. I could see the glint of metal as they continued to follow me. I had to keep going, I had to push on. But my body begged me to stop. I had to. I climbed a tree and waited. I felt a sense of satisfaction. Maybe I would be able to see what I was running from.