The Hunted Four

I skipped over steps as I rushed down the narrow, spiral staircase, my shoes striking the metal with a sharp, hollow clatter. The staircase curled downward so tightly that I could barely see more than a few feet ahead of me, each one disappearing into the dimness below. The walls pressed close around me, cold and unnervingly smooth beneath my fingertips. I reached for the railing to steady myself, my breath still caught in the back of my throat. 

They were after me. I knew it.

Except it was undoubtedly hard to prove.

Nothing was audible or visible to me. I couldn’t hear footsteps thundering above or the mechanical voices that I knew by now all too well meant death. There was only the rhythmic pounding of my own shoes and the frantic, uneven beating of my heart. Still, somewhere deep inside me, beneath thought and reason, something was screaming the words “run”.

So I did.

The faster I went, the more my heart raced. Not with excitement, but with fear. Fear for my life, and the fear of dying before I got the chance to meet someone. Before I got the chance to meet anyone. You see, I had been alone ever since I had woken up in the godforsaken dystopia. And now, more than anything, I was afraid it was about to stay that way forever.

But first, before you ask questions anymore, let me catch you up.

*Insert cool music in your head for dramatic effect