Refugees

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My feet were burning profusely with every step.  The ground, covered thickly with rocks, digging into the souls of my feet.  Quiet footsteps going at the same pace as mine, coming from all angles.  The mist was way too thick for me to see through so I couldn't see anyone but I knew they were there.  I kept running while my backpack thumped against my back creating bruises every time my metal water bottle hit. This carried on for hours. My legs kept moving even though my feet were in agonizing pain. The mist began to lift and I was able to see where the footsteps were coming from.  Other kids.  Just like me.  Running with no place to go.  My legs are aching but I can't stop.  

You don't have to get away from the predator, you just have to run faster than the person in last place.