Chapter 3:
I felt like one of those praire dogs you see on the Discovery channel. I poked my head out of the door of the outdoor shop and looked both ways down the street. I didn't see anything but the sound was getting louder and I wasn't too fond of the idea of being cornered in the store. I took a deep breath, and raced out of the door. I always knew those years of high school track would come in handy some day and I could think of no better time than now. The dragging metal sound stopped, and then thunderous footsteps started coming after me at an unbelievable pace. It sounded like I was being chased by a 300 pound Usain Bolt for God's sake! I didn't look back though, I was having enough trouble looking forward. Although the fog had cleared up considerably since the siren, it was still some of the worst weather I had ever experienced. Plus, without the distinct sound of the metal I was having trouble pinpointing exactly where the footsteps were coming from so for all I knew I was about to crash right into the person making them. Suddenly a huge blade came swinging out of the fog, slashing right through the place I was about to be. I skidded to a stop and turned around. I ran off the main street into an alley and dove through a doorway into a deshevled old apartment building. I didn't stop until I was up a flight of stairs and into a room. I slammed the door and hunched over, breathing hard. Adrenaline pumped through me and the sound of my heartbeat was deafening. Once I caught my breath, I turned and surveyed my temporary safe haven. A grimey apartment, stained carpet and walls, and some furniture that had seen better days. I sat down on what was left of a mattress and stared at the ceiling. Something was very, very wrong here.
I sat there for a lot longer than I thought, and before I knew it I had dozed off. I woke with a start, looking all around with bleary eyes. Something was moving around in a shadowy corner. Before I even knew what was happening, it leapt on top of me, kicking at me with all its legs. I screamed and tried to throw the bodyless thing off of me but its kicks were hitting hard and I was starting to loose the upper hand. More kicks slammed into me, my vision got spotty. As I faded into unconscienceness, I felt the weight be lifted off of me by what seemed to be a man with a huge triangle on his head. I shut my eyes as he drove a huge knife into the thing and the last thing I felt was an arm sliding under my body and throwing me over a shoulder.