I tried to focus on the sound of my shoes sprinting against the cement below my feet, staring out into the fog around me.
My heart was racing as I ran, trying to get away from the thing behind me. I could hear it breathing, growling, snarling.
I knew my attempt was useless, I couldnβt it run this thing. I had no clue where I was going, the fog made it impossible to see more than five feet in fro...