Chapter 1
My legs feel heavy, like bricks are being stack up from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. My body aches, I don't know how much more of this I can take.
It's ok just keep running.
It's not true, it's not ok, I can keep running, my legs can't take it, my body can't take it, it hurts to much to continue, I can't continue.
But you have to, ignore the pain, run, run. No matter what, just keep running. Run, run.
"Peter!" I shout. Peter, my brother. Is he just as tiered as I am? Does he want to stop like I do?
We run, unsure of where we are, all it is is white. White lights, white floor, white walls, everything is white. It's so confusing, it makes my head hurt like the rest of my body.
People with guns are behind us, but they would never shoot us. People with guns are coming ahead of us, coming into view. Their black and grey uniforms easy to see in white.
I feel a hand on my upper arm. A cold and rubbery hand, they caught me. I look to my right. Peter. Peter's been caught to. I look down, my legs still feel like they are moving, but they're not, my legs are still against the white floor. I hear a thud and suddenly my head is throbbing. All I see is black.
