In that terrifying moment, Lucia frantically scanned her surroundings, praying for an escape route or a guardian angel to appear. Yet, the street remained vacant and quiet, except for the echo of their pursuit.
Panic and fear rushed through her, and she screamed at the very top of her lungs. "Help me! Someone, anyone, please help!" But her plea echoed with no response.
Lucia ran as if her life depended on it, almost reaching the bus stop. She thought being on the road with moving cars might make the thug stop. As she got to the bus stop, she found only one person, a woman on a bench. Lucia hoped she would help.
Approaching, the woman looked surprised and asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Lucia turned around anxiously, but she couldn't see the thug, 'Is he gone?' She wondered. Gasping for air, Lucia stammered, "Help me... there's a thug... chasing... me."