Alleyways.

Short breaths. Quick turns.

As she zipped through the narrow alleyways, she could hear them close on her heels. She could see them from the corner of her eye.

She was gasping for air, desperate for rest. Pain shot through her thighs as she ripped through the dingy streets. She couldn’t stop. They would get her. She had to just keep going.

A gunshot. A bullet pierced through the alleyway. She felt herself falling when suddenly

she awoke with a start. Her pillow was drenched with sweat. She was trembling and in tears, tortured by her own imagination.