Post by Dante "Vagabond" Coles on Aug 3, 2007 13:14:12 GMT -5
Her auburn hair whipped about behind her, her bang sticking to her forehead because of the sweat. Hazel eyes, traced with touches of gold, darted around, but could see nothing but the crates. Her feet landed against the hard concrete floor while her digital camera bounced against her chest as she sprinted.
Left.
Another corridor between the crates. She continued. Couldn’t stop. To stop would mean giving up, and giving up here would mean death. She didn’t want to die, wasn’t ready to die. No, she would continue on running, she would find freedom eventually! Freedom... or death.
Left.
The phone in her hand, it was her only hope. It was a lifeline she had boosted off the harbingers of death. She clutched it tight, hanging onto it. She could not drop it. No, if she dropped it she would be screwed. Once she made it out, it was the only way she could get help.
Right.
But here. Here there was no signal. The metal from the building itself, from the catwalks above her, from the crates that created the labyrinth she ran. It all blocked the signal. She had to get out. Get to the exit. She would have signal there.
Left.
Dead-end! Panic overtook her as she backed away and ran back down the corridor. Which way had she come from? If she made a wrong turn, she might bump right into them! Had to be careful. Couldn’t make that wrong turn, because if she did...
Right.
Fresh air. She could smell it. Or was that her panicked mind breaking down? She was fleeing for her life. No time to think about her mind. If she did, she’d break down. A break down here might be fatal. Must keep running. Keep that pavement, the hard ground, under her feet.
Right.
Hadn’t she been by here before? The large Pepsi symbol on that crate looked familiar. No, she remembered some graffiti on the one she had passed. No circles. Circles would bring them right to her. Avoid the Pepsi symbols, they all looked the same.
Left.
Beams of light! They penetrated the dusty air, making them quite visible. The towering wall of crates on either side of her was getting lower. She was getting closer. The beams! They were the cause of this, and yet they gave her hope at the same time now.
Right.
The camera around her neck, she had brought it to photograph those very beams. But when she had come she had run into the two monsters now chasing her, calling their taunts in the terrible British accent. They were above her, on the catwalk. Four way intersection!
Straight.
Almost out. She was sure of it. The air wasn’t as stale anymore as she took heavy breaths, running out of breath but too afraid to stop and catch it. No, stopping would kill her. Had to get out of here! Can’t die yet! They’re getting closer!
Left!
She stumbled in complete surprise. She was out in the open, the red EXIT sign shouting at her from across the way. But on either side of her, descending the stairs, were the monsters. One white, one black. They were both drawing guns. Their game was over, they would kill her!
No!
She bolted for the door. Freedom, just through there. The phone held tight, hair almost, ALMOST impeding her vision, but she could see the exit. She would get there! Family, friends, everyone she had ever knew, their faces flashed before her. She will see them again, she had to!
Gunshots.
She felt the head, a bullet clipped her ear, drawing blood and causing her to cry out. She stumbled again, landed hard. There was a snap in her left arm, more pain! Tears continued to flow through the tracks they already made on her face.
Laughter.
They were laughing at her struggle. The sadistic bastards! She got her footing and pushed off. The phone, it was still in her hand. The door, just a few feet away! Freedom, it would be hers. Two steps. Come on, make it! Push!
Light!
She dashed a beeline. It was another maze. Warehouses everywhere! Where was the city? She couldn’t see the horizon. Too many buildings. They all looked the same. It was the crates all over again! Desperately she ran.
Signal.
The phone, it had signal. She stumbled down an alley, pressing her back against a dumpster. She couldn’t hear them; it was too quiet. She couldn’t talk. They would hear. Jamming the buttons, she typed a text message, her only hope.
Hlp me plz
Send. All contacts. Do it! Let there be enough signal to do so! She watched the bar, waiting. It would stop at any moment and say send failed. She knew it would. There was too much interference. All the warehouses were metal, it would get in the way, would block it.
Sent!
Please, let there be someone out there! But no one knew where she was. It was hopeless. Someone would respond, the phone would ring, or vibrate. Either way she would have to speak, her voice would give her away if her breathing didn’t.
Incoming call.
The phone vibrated. She clutched it, looking at the caller ID. Something made her jump. She could hear one of the monstrous voices coming from several buildings down. He was apologizing to someone. It was her chance. She could talk. But who was her saviour?
Vagabond.
Left.
Another corridor between the crates. She continued. Couldn’t stop. To stop would mean giving up, and giving up here would mean death. She didn’t want to die, wasn’t ready to die. No, she would continue on running, she would find freedom eventually! Freedom... or death.
Left.
The phone in her hand, it was her only hope. It was a lifeline she had boosted off the harbingers of death. She clutched it tight, hanging onto it. She could not drop it. No, if she dropped it she would be screwed. Once she made it out, it was the only way she could get help.
Right.
But here. Here there was no signal. The metal from the building itself, from the catwalks above her, from the crates that created the labyrinth she ran. It all blocked the signal. She had to get out. Get to the exit. She would have signal there.
Left.
Dead-end! Panic overtook her as she backed away and ran back down the corridor. Which way had she come from? If she made a wrong turn, she might bump right into them! Had to be careful. Couldn’t make that wrong turn, because if she did...
Right.
Fresh air. She could smell it. Or was that her panicked mind breaking down? She was fleeing for her life. No time to think about her mind. If she did, she’d break down. A break down here might be fatal. Must keep running. Keep that pavement, the hard ground, under her feet.
Right.
Hadn’t she been by here before? The large Pepsi symbol on that crate looked familiar. No, she remembered some graffiti on the one she had passed. No circles. Circles would bring them right to her. Avoid the Pepsi symbols, they all looked the same.
Left.
Beams of light! They penetrated the dusty air, making them quite visible. The towering wall of crates on either side of her was getting lower. She was getting closer. The beams! They were the cause of this, and yet they gave her hope at the same time now.
Right.
The camera around her neck, she had brought it to photograph those very beams. But when she had come she had run into the two monsters now chasing her, calling their taunts in the terrible British accent. They were above her, on the catwalk. Four way intersection!
Straight.
Almost out. She was sure of it. The air wasn’t as stale anymore as she took heavy breaths, running out of breath but too afraid to stop and catch it. No, stopping would kill her. Had to get out of here! Can’t die yet! They’re getting closer!
Left!
She stumbled in complete surprise. She was out in the open, the red EXIT sign shouting at her from across the way. But on either side of her, descending the stairs, were the monsters. One white, one black. They were both drawing guns. Their game was over, they would kill her!
No!
She bolted for the door. Freedom, just through there. The phone held tight, hair almost, ALMOST impeding her vision, but she could see the exit. She would get there! Family, friends, everyone she had ever knew, their faces flashed before her. She will see them again, she had to!
Gunshots.
She felt the head, a bullet clipped her ear, drawing blood and causing her to cry out. She stumbled again, landed hard. There was a snap in her left arm, more pain! Tears continued to flow through the tracks they already made on her face.
Laughter.
They were laughing at her struggle. The sadistic bastards! She got her footing and pushed off. The phone, it was still in her hand. The door, just a few feet away! Freedom, it would be hers. Two steps. Come on, make it! Push!
Light!
She dashed a beeline. It was another maze. Warehouses everywhere! Where was the city? She couldn’t see the horizon. Too many buildings. They all looked the same. It was the crates all over again! Desperately she ran.
Signal.
The phone, it had signal. She stumbled down an alley, pressing her back against a dumpster. She couldn’t hear them; it was too quiet. She couldn’t talk. They would hear. Jamming the buttons, she typed a text message, her only hope.
Hlp me plz
Send. All contacts. Do it! Let there be enough signal to do so! She watched the bar, waiting. It would stop at any moment and say send failed. She knew it would. There was too much interference. All the warehouses were metal, it would get in the way, would block it.
Sent!
Please, let there be someone out there! But no one knew where she was. It was hopeless. Someone would respond, the phone would ring, or vibrate. Either way she would have to speak, her voice would give her away if her breathing didn’t.
Incoming call.
The phone vibrated. She clutched it, looking at the caller ID. Something made her jump. She could hear one of the monstrous voices coming from several buildings down. He was apologizing to someone. It was her chance. She could talk. But who was her saviour?
Vagabond.