#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. " Were coming, coming, coming, were coming to get you! The chorus of voices sang out like in an ancient Greek play!" They repeated the singing chant three times in repetition..
Bo Hank, who'd been running heard the chant and felt like an alley cat cornered by an escaped junkyard dog! " Aw shit!, Aw shit!" he repeatedly said to himself.. What kinda nigga do you think I am..you just can't force me to take the medicine... you are some kind of crazy orderlies.. Let me call the patient advocate.. God...