The darkness had finally overtaken me. The man, the murderer, had disappeared, leaving me alone in the shadows. It was pitch-black, so dark that I thought it was only a small nightmare. But it was worse because without that light in the distance, I was alone in my suffering.
I held my knees, aware of every sound. Every hiss, gargle, screech of something unknown in the void. I sobbed openly, terrified of what was going to happen to me. Even dying was better than this.
At a cry, I stifled my own crying and strained my ears. Was someone with me?
Another cry sounded and I started crawling in...