Lukeman Exercise Part One | Chris Tash
Triela walked briskly down the hall. A glance back suggested she was alone. A second glance confirmed this. Her eyes narrowed along with her step. Quicker. One foot in front of the other. Up, down; her chest rose and fell. Running, she began to run. Shadows began to betray confidence. Her sight told her she was alone. Fear welled inside her small frame. It whispered someone was near. Which to follow. Turn. Down a new hall. Her muscled screamed. But she couldn’t stop. Not now. Her breathing was met. Other steps began to echo. The sounds chased her down. Like ravenous dogs that found a meal. Faster. Biting her lip she continued. Can’t stop. She knew she was the last one. With her own eyes she saw. The other picked off. One by one. Around another turn. Light danced though the near door. She slammed into it. Opening it and rushing out. She met fresh air. The steps had stopped. Replaced by the sound of birds. Trees swayed lazily. Her eyes closed. Triela felt safe for a moment. Wait. No. No!
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