Run!

I felt the shaking muscle of my legs as I take every step, even though I am running, it seems like everything around me is on slow-motion. The air even feels thin, and any moment longer, I might pass out.

My shoulders are beginning to grow heavier with every breath. Sweat is streaming down my face to my neck before being sipped by my wet shirt.

I have to run. I have to survive. I looked back and I saw him. His face was full of excitement with a grim smile on his face. I have to run. I saw my friends running away from him as well, not having a care about me or anyone else. All they care about id to run away from him.

I felt a pang of panic run through my back as I heard his steps getting closer to me. His hands are reaching out to me, only a few inches away, and if ever I slow down just a little, I know he will catch me. And if that happens, I will be consumed by the terror and hunger to pull another body of flesh.

I heard the screams of my friends, they are only staring at me, watching as he slowly devours my being. Are they cheering for him to catch me or are they screaming in fear for me?

I suddenly felt my legs going numb as if I can't bend and move it anymore. Slowly, my steps went softer and there it is. My end.

I felt his hand pull my shirt, this is it. I can no longer run. I am at my end. And this is his new beginning. I let out a sigh as I catch my breath, I'm done for.

"Tag, you're it!" He shouted and our friends ran away in different directions, he taps my back with a grin, "Good luck."

I shouted in irritation, I'm playing as the 'it' for the third time now. My muscles are already crumbling down and my shirt's dripping wet. I don't even know why I agreed to play this game.