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I pump my sausage legs to run faster, the sound of my Nike clad feet slamming on to the concrete that made up the pavement are accompanied by my loud and ragged breaths. My heart is literally jumping out of my throat, as each beat thumps loudly in my ears. To showcase just how unhealthy I am, my lungs feel as if someone threw a live matchstick down my throat and set my lungs on fire.

While keeping my running pace steady, I hastily look behind my shoulder to see if my assailant is still behind me, trying to capture me. I am pleased to discover that there is no one behind me. I slow down a little so that I can do a quick scan of my surroundings in order for me to know where to go next. My eyes hungrily wonder over a semi dark street. There is no one in sight and all shops that are in the street have already been closed down for the night. The street light above my head flickers violently for a few seconds; it’s almost as if the street light is warning me to hurry up, that I don’t have much time left. Scanning the abandoned street one last time, I see a small opening between two grimy brick buildings. With my body in full flight or fight mode, I make a quick decision and duck into the a dark alley on my right that is between the two buildings. This is probably a bad idea considering that all bad things in movies seem to happen in dark alleys. I mean, Batman’s parents got killed in a dark alley, which’s to say I’m not next. I'm literally in this situation because of a stupid dark alley. But what choice do I have, I either go into the alley and stand a chance of escaping or I can wait right here and my assailant can kill me on the spot.

In the alley between the two tall buildings, I run like a headless chicken, praying that at the alley will lead to a back way into the next street. With that hope in mind, I venture deeper into the dark alley. I can hear the sounds of something scratching against something else, but I ignore it and continue looking for an exit. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach when at the end of the alley, instead of finding a way to my freedom; I am instead met with an equally grimy wall as the building it is situated between. I have run into a dead end. With my escape plan completely ruined, , I take a second to scan my surroundings once more, but this time for a good hiding spot. If I cannot escape this alleyway the next best thing I can do is hide, and hope that my assailant doesn’t find me. In my peripheral vision I spot some stray cats attacking a cluster of black garbage bags in one side.

At the sight of the cats, a shiver runs down my spine. The way I hate cats! They are just freaky animals that scare the living shit out of me, when they look at you, it is as if they are staring right into your soul and I hate that feeling so much. Another cold shiver travels through me, but I decide to ignore the cats and continue to scan the area.

Next to the black bags that are being mercilessly attacked by the starving felines, is a moss green metal dumpster. Not paying any attention to the meows of the busy cats, I run over to the dumpster and open the heavy metal lid up to expose what is inside the dumpster. The open lid lightly bangs onto the wall behind the bin. Instantly, an atrocious smell attacks my senses at all angles. The inside of the bin smells like a man with diarrhoea, farted into a jar and sealed it shut and then someone else opened the jar one hundred years later and threw it into the dumpster after puking in it first. Then the fart and vomit filled jar was left in the heat of ten summers. The point being that it smells really, really, really, really bad. So bad, that it makes me want close the lid but the sound of approaching footsteps makes me open the half closed lid back up again.

"Shit" I whisper under my breath. After a second of hesitation, I take in a deep breath and my mouth bulges as I keep in as much air as I can. I place my hands on the lip of the dustbin and hoist my heavy ass over into the dumpster. Half way into the dumpster, my hand comes into contact with something wet and slippery, causing me to lose my grip and fall face first into the smelly trash at the bottom of the dumpster. My face connects with the bumpy garbage bag. Sitting up I hastily wipe my hand that touched the unknown wet substance.

A wave of repulsion journeys through my body and I clamp my mouth shut as the familiar burning sensation of bile threatens to come up my throat. Without wasting any more time, I stand up and grip the lid that is leaning against the wall and bring the lid down to close the dumpster. I am almost instantly surrounded by a suffocating and ill-scented darkness.

Now fully enclosed in the dark and smelly dumpster, I hold my breath to minimize the risk of me being heard and to listen out for any sounds. The last thing I want is for me to think that I am safely hidden away, only for my attacker to be able to hear my breathing from a mile away and for him locate me easily.

With my heart hammering exceptionally loudly in my ears, I swear that my attacker won’t have to even listen out for my breathing cause he will just be able to hear my heart racing way in my chest. Between my boisterous heartbeats, I hear the feint thumping of footsteps running into the alley. As the footsteps get louder, it is as if my heart thumps even louder. I hear the footsteps tread further into the alleyway, the pounding of the footsteps continue for a while until they stop completely. A loud grunt of frustration quickly fills the silence. I guess he just found out that the alley leads to a dead end. The man outside begins to walk away, but before I can even rejoice, he stops right in front of the dumpster. I can practically hear the gears in the man’s head begin to turn.

Please, keep moving. Please Lord, please.

As if God answered my prayers, I hear the man slowly turn around and begin to retreat.

Thank you!

Just as I started to let my guard down and relax, I feel something crawling on my legs. Whatever that is crawling across my right thigh feels as if it’s got claws. My mind automatically concludes that it is in fact a rat that is crawling across my thighs. Without even thinking about it, an ear piercing scream escapes my mouth. I vigorously kick my legs about, to get rid of whatever was crawling on it.

The man who I thought had retreated comes rushing back into the alley, I quickly realise my mistake and clamp a hand over my mouth and instantly stop kicking my legs about. Hopefully he didn’t hear the ruckus I was causing over one stupid disgusting rat.

But my efforts are a little too late, the dumpster lid swings open and a man stares down at me. The under lit alleyway casts dark shadows upon the man’s face thus causing me to stare into a pit of darkness where his facial features should have been. A low growl emanates from the man’s throat, the sound is scarily similar to the sound a lion makes before catching it’s prey. My heart palpitates at the sound, and not in a good way. Without skipping a beat, I stand up and thrust me right hand forward and ultimately punching the unsuspecting man right in the throat. I watch as he reflexively stumbles backwards and clutch his neck while making painful, gurgling noiseses.

I launch myself over the edge of the dumpster and land on both my feet in the famous superhero pose; one knee on the ground with my head bowing down and one of my arms slightly extended behind me if I didn't have disgusting looking gunk on one of my shoes and a rotten banana peel on my shoulder I probably would have looked fucking cool.

I straighten myself out and make a dash down the way I came into the alley. My thundering footsteps can be heard echoing in the alleyway, but I couldn’t care less right now. My main priority right now is to lose the man chasing me and to get back to my hotel, where I can be safe. I reach the mouth of the alley that opens onto a deserted street. A lone street lamp flickers rapidly a few metres away from where I am. Making a quick decision, I run up the road, heading in the street lamp’s direction. I can hear that the man is hot on my trail again, why can’t he just fucking leave me alone? My lungs are already on fire and I don’t think I can keep this running thing up for any longer, I literally regret every single Big Mac I’ve ever eaten in my life. Just when my legs are about to give up, around the bend of the street I can see an approaching light. Hope swells in my chest as I realise that the light might be becoming from an approaching car’s headlights. I am suddenly energised and my legs are no longer aching when I see a headlight of a car approaching. A squishing sound emanating with each step I take due to the gunk on my shoe. Just as I'm about to re-enter the streets, I violently get tugged backwards. The asshole of a man has grabbed me by the back of my collar and is pulling me into his chest.

When I am flush against his chest, I start to fight ferociously. I refuse to go down without a fight, I swing my arms and legs wildly around.

"Get off me, you asswipe!" I scream at the attacker.

Ignoring my protests, the man harshly grabs my arms to stop me from swinging them and drags me to a car parked just across the street.

At the passenger side of the car, he lets go of my arms and nods at the door. Confused, I raised my eyebrows at him looking at him expectantly.

Once more he just nods to the passenger door. With the same look on my face, I shift my eyes and look around me. This is getting awkward.  He changes his stance and puts his hand on his hip, now looking at me expectantly.

Deciding I've had enough, I finally break this awkward air between us.  "What? What do you want?" I ask. "Are you mute, or something?"

"I want you to get in the car."

"So why didn't you say that the first time?" I exasperate, "because your nodding shit was wasting my time and your time."

"Okay first off, I wasn't wasting anybody's time." He says, raising one finger in the air, "and secondly, I wanted to look badass by just nodding." He finishes off, raising a second finger in the air.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but you didn't look badass; you just looked like an idiot"

"Did not"

"Did too"

"You know what; just get into the damn car."

"No" I say with attitude, folding my arms across my chest, causing the man to look shocked. Recovering from the initial shock, he finally replies.

"Get in the fucking car!" He shouts, clearly starting to looselose his cool.

"No!" I deadpan.

Whipping out a gun from seemingly nowhere, he points it at my face.  "Get into the motherfucking car, now!" He shouts, seeming to have completely lost his temper now.

Feeling petty, I turn my head away completely ignoring the gun, before mumbling out, "Sheesh,Sheesh wouldn't kill you to say please you know."

"Get in the motherfucking car, please!"

"Wasn't so hard now was it." I reply with a smug look on my face. I turn towards the car and just as I'm about to pull the passenger door handle, I feel something  hard  connecting  with  the  back  of my  head. My  body crumbles  to  the  floor.  As  I  lay  on  there my  vision  becomes  blurry  and I slip into a darkness.

What  an  asshole.

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Hey guys!

So thats the first chapter for y'all. I know it kinda doesnt make sense now but i promise you will understand what is happening by the next chapter  🤞.

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