I’ve been running away from this for months. I’m the daughter of this city’s most wanted man, and ever since he died, they moved on to hunting me. My father died this year from cancer, or so the doctors say; I’m not sure I believe them, Dad had a lot of secrets that no one knew of.

The first time I realised that I was the new target was right after he died. I went home from the hospital and saw someone was trying to break the door down they had that unmistakable menacing red symbol on their glove. I turned around and ran . Ever since then I’ve been running from them, hiding in places I think are safe and somehow they still find me.

Now I’m hiding in an old abandoned warehouse out of town. No one comes to this place. Ever. And I’ve been hiding here for almost a week, going out at night to get food and water.

Tonight I went to my friend Wendy’s house, ane she gave me enough food to last for around two days. As I stole through the night back to the warehouse I heard the crack of a stick breaking, I cautiously waited, slowly backing away until my back hit the brick wall of the warehouse.

I sighed out loud; I’m safe. I closed my eyes and breathed in, when I opened them again, there was a red dot on my chest. My heartrate quickened and my breathing was shallow.

They had found me.