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Freedom ran away from them, or so it seemed. Freedom seemed so close, yet so far at the same time. And now they had the belligerent remnants of their old life in close pursuit, armed with a blade and running towards them like a tireless machine. Life couldn't have been simpler at that moment: Run and be free, stop and be killed. |
Freedom ran away from them, or so it seemed. Freedom seemed so close, yet so far at the same time. And now they had the belligerent remnants of their old life in close pursuit, armed with a blade and running towards them like a tireless machine. Life couldn't have been simpler at that moment: Run and be free, stop and be killed. |
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They ran through a street market, leaping over heads and merchandise as they went. The crowd parted ways behind them like the Red Sea for Moses as the man tore through, sending textiles and spices airborne as he went. He shoved bodies and objects out of the way like ninepins, occasionally punching and even stepping on those unfortunate enough to be in his path. He made sure never to lose sight of his targets. On and on, the chase |
They ran through a street market, leaping over heads and merchandise as they went. The crowd parted ways behind them like the Red Sea for Moses as the man tore through, sending textiles and spices airborne as he went. He shoved bodies and objects out of the way like ninepins, occasionally punching and even stepping on those unfortunate enough to be in his path. He made sure never to lose sight of his targets. On and on, the chase continued, passing through the messy, disorganized streets and alleys. Down a hill, up a hill. Through a warehouse, through a tenement. Even through a scrapyard filled with old vehicles. Whatever they hoped would be a difficult challenge for the man did little to turn the tide of the chase. |
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Efren's breath became alarmingly heavy. Every inch of his body throbbed with pain. He looked behind him. Their pursuer was still at their tails, but even he was beginning to slow down. His breathing was also heavy, his strength leaving him rapidly. He no longer had the energy to fisticuff everything in his way. His own legs began to feel like jelly, and he began to lose the lead. Just a few more footsteps, and his bid for escape would be lost... |
Efren's breath became alarmingly heavy. Every inch of his body throbbed with pain. He looked behind him. Their pursuer was still at their tails, but even he was beginning to slow down. His breathing was also heavy, his strength leaving him rapidly. He no longer had the energy to fisticuff everything in his way. His own legs began to feel like jelly, and he began to lose the lead. Just a few more footsteps, and his bid for escape would be lost... |
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