The sky used to hold hope for me. Now it only held terror.
My legs ached with every movement, but I didn’t have time for pain. If I stopped to feel it, they would catch me. They would stab their onyx claws into my back and drag me into the ground. They would plunge their needles into my neck to drain all the blood in my body, and no amount of screaming would stop them–
Damn it, Claire! Don’t think about it! Move!
Thinking of my own horrible death was exactly what I needed to run faster.
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