Escape

He had been running so long - he wasn't sure how much further he could make it. His limbs were stiff, refusing use - mind racing, unable to focus.

He couldn't see them behind him, but he could hear them. The mens' voices echoing, the beating pads of the dogs feet. At any moment he knew he'd feel their jaws lock onto his arms or back, dragging him to the ground. He could already feel it.

The world was beginning to close in on him, strangling him. His vision was shrinking - the road in front of him was just a haze.

He didn't want to go back. He couldn't go back.