Injuries and blood
Yay! Day two of no kidnapping and murder! :D
He was running. Running hard and fast.
The night was dark, and there wasn't a star in the sky. No street lamp was on, they had all burned out.
Still, he ran. His breathing was uneven and he panted loudly, gripping tightly on his jacket so it didn't blow away in the wind.
His foot steps were loud against the concrete. Every step he took, 'pat', 'pat', 'pat'.
He then stopped, hiding in a nearby alley way. He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. He slowly slid down the wall, feeling safe for a moment.
Then he heard a scratching sound. He quickly sprung up and started running again.
As he was running, he tripped and fell, squeaking as he did so. He hit his head on the pavement, blood oozing out.
He lie there for the whole night, only getting found in the morning.
He never figured out what was following him. But he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
174 words!
I hope you enjoyed!
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Whumptober 2020
KorkuEach day of October has a different writing prompt. I will do my best to do it everyday. Any possible warnings will be added! Some fandoms may be included.
