BREATHLESS

We ran into a city, walking down the road, we then saw someone looking at us from a distance.

"He's back." Wong Kar Mun said, tears blurring her vision. "He killed Erika now he's going to kill us too." She couldn't help but shudder, goosebumps spreading through her body.

We quickly ran to different places, running nowhere and anywhere.

Wong Kar Mun fell down on a wet ground, landing with all her weight on her shoulder.

She couldn't help but scream, the pain was a storm of knives whirling around inside her.

She pulled out the knife, tore a piece of her cloth and tied her wounded shoulder.

Prince's ribs hurts from running, fresh tears of pain sizzled in his eyes as he begins to vomit, kneeling by the side of the road, vomiting thick black blood into the gutter.

He sees what he's vomiting as raw fear grips him.

He turned away from the gutter, and felt the need to look back at the gutter, which he did, suddenly there was nothing in the gutter.

His mouth sagged open as he stood there, feeling all sensation and awareness evaporate into smoke as the seconds fell dead around him.

The pain was fire, her vision sheared first red and then glare -white, and then she was stumbling, her feet tangling, and she fell. Something wet and hot spurted from her throat and dribbled down her chin.

Prince's skin was chalky that his blood looked fake, like something for Halloween. His legs folded and began to sag, one hand digging at his chest, and then he simply dropped like a puppet whose string had been cut.

Stunned, Wong kar Mun could only sprawl like a broken doll. Blood pooled in her throat and she began to cough as her vision spun like water swirling down the drain. She thought she must be passing out, because the sky was getting blacker and blacker - but then she realized the darkness was moving.

Her mind quickly flew to the man who killed Erika but it was birds. Not just a few flocks but thousands, all kinds, all shapes and all sizes hovering around her head, perhaps attempting to attack her.

Something thudded against her legs. Shrieking, she flinched away as a dying crow tumbled on the ground.

She darted a look over her shoulder just in time to see a trio of deer crashing up the hill. The deer let out a loud cry and then blood burst from its mouth.

A split seconds later something snapped in her head, an almost physical lurch as to whether the death man was there.

Sparkling sensation of pins and needles coursing through her vein and prickling her skin as if her entire body had fallen asleep and her brain had only now figured out how to reconnect.

Her heart was hammering. The inside of her head felt slushy and bruised, like someone had stuck in a spoon and given a good stir.

A slow ooze worked down the right side of her neck, and when she swiped at her skin, her fingers came away bloody.

Oh my God. She closed her eyes against a lunge of sharp - nailed panic clawing it's way out of her chest and into her throat.

She whipped around just as a monstrous black shadow loomed.

It chased her as she crashed into a river, it was a dog.

The blow of the water hammering the air from her lungs in a sickening whoosh. The roaring water, so cold her skin burned, closed over her head, and then a white jag flashed across her eyes as her head struck against unyielding rock.

A torrent of frigid water poured into her mouth as she opened it, rushing down her throat.

In a swirl of horror, Wong Kar Mun felt the muscles of her throat seize, close off, and clamp down, and then the flow into her lungs shut off.

She was choking and suffocating.

Her lungs on fire, she was lunging for a distant glimmer, what she thought might be the surface, kicking desperately even as the water fisted her heavy boots, greedily fingered her clothes, and tried to pull her back.

She shattered through the water, felt the slash of air knife her face. Her blood roared, she realized she was facing downstream, and still moving.

Blood came out from her mouth with a harsh cough. A monstrous tumble of rocks and debris loomed directly in her path, rushing for her face.

The river flung her against stones. She felt the impact as an explosion in her left shoulder that scorched a sizzle of electric shocks all the way to her fingertips.

Jammed up against the rocks, almost horizontal, she felt the water's suck and grab, but saw she was in the shallows, in less than a foot of water, and that she was staring up the sky.