Advice
Teeth rattling, legs burning. No time to look back. No place to go but forward. Forehead bullets falling, catching creases on a map only interested in leaving.
Feet going faster. Almost to the turn. Hands on knees, breathing, gasping. Horns honking, people stopping, lights turning, and then, silence.
And a voice… louder… close by, perhaps even inside.
‘Your time is up. Better run!’
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