James was running and running fast through the woods leaves as well as branches like pellets flying into your eyes. The men in his dreams well nightmares have got into the real world… James sprinted along the cobble-stone road he knew it would crumble at the weight of the two masked men. This would delay them a bit but when James got out of they filthy rotten grips what would he do were would he go what would happen. James got a bit of leeway when he went into the more treacherous terrain this was an upside because he is used to the foul muddy bogs and the suicidal marshes. The lethal men were stumbling but what would James do would he carry on running or go a bit stealthier. James knew he couldn't run forever he needed a cunning intelligent plan to outwit these pillocks who were determined to give James a very painful slow death. James racked his brain wondering what to do would do would he continue running or go with tricks and traps or just surrender. He went with tricks and traps quite a wise idea in my opion. So he scrambled up a bulky strong looking oak tree and put a trip fall deadweight trap up. He knew he would need more than just one so he did the same thing a few times then he made sure all them were un-secure and a lethal dangerous killing machine. This of course is always risky even people like James who practically grew up like this have very hard and serious troubles. He kept thinking what would I do in my nightmares and if it was practical and if I could do it. "What can I do? " muttered James under his breath. What would happen if James got caught? Would he survive to get caught?
He could feel him self-trembling as his heart was beating as the whizzing a blurs of trees went by out of the corner of his eye. James heart was all over the place and his heart rate was like cheetah chasing prey through a desert.
… " I made it. Whooooooo!" Cheerfully bellowed James. Now all he at to do is find a loving caring home to make his own. When he strolled into town with a face like a tomato bright red and his teeth piercing into the sunlight. He was very fond of the beautiful smell of pastry's being made in a local shop. It was a great smell practically feeding your nose with the delightful stench. You could live on this pastry and you would probably live tell u where a hundred or so. It really is delish. I relish the taste like I relish life. He was parched of these pastries because of the lack of money he had. The street was a crowd of roaring people barging shoulders and moaning as well as groaning. The crowd was vast and scattered all over Morpeth spanning a massive screech. The entire town roaring was like a pack of lions closing on its prey. He wondered where he lost the maniacs who stalked him through the forest. The majority of the town was in the huge arcade bang on in the middle called Sanderson's arcade. It houses many great shops.