Just Another Second

I felt more and more light-headed with every drop of blood falling from my arm, but either despite or because of this, I kept moving. I couldn’t stop. Never mind I was slowing down, never mind I was leaving a trail, I just had to keep moving.

I heard the roar behind me, and my jog became a sprint.

I had no end game, had no plan, no goal beyond the simple one of gaining another second of life.

And another after that. And another after that. And so on.

Not much different from normal life, except the monster, obviously.