Dew on the grass; sliping trying to move fast.
Wet stains on my sneakers; sweat drenched like the blood of a fetus.Not looking back, afraid to be turned to stone; looking around desperatly hoping I see a pay phone.Feet stumping in the background; closer and closer comes the sound.Stepping on tar road, on elms street; feeling my heart in my throat continually skip a beat.Reflection of the moon in the eyes of a demon; Crimson.The colour spectrum in liquid dripping from their fangs; fear discovering that, that isn't red wine amongst other things.But blood and they yearning for my type AB, fear brings 20/20 vision to full HD.Hiding in a dark alley looking for cover; mistakingly kicking tins, waking up the others.From inside dumpsters, they rise; creeping slow and menacingly like the poltergeist..But they phoreal...and I'd be roadkill if I didn't see the light of the store illuminate the street.Might be my last chance so I headed straight; into the street but I wast too late.The store clerk changed the sign and ultimatly sealed my fate."Closed"..as i froze.fell to my knees hands in my hair; sitting on the stairs of a human who didn't care.Suddenly from across the street..street lights buzzing on; flick, flick flick.Closer and closer the light came as quick.As the dark shadows turning them on; 13 against 1...the chase was on.