Time was running out.
You hear it coming, but you dare not look back.
You shut a door behind you as you try to figure out your next move.
Time was running out.
You hear it cutting the door, but you dare not look back.
You turn left and run headlong down the corridor.
Time was running out.
You hear it burst through the door, but you dare not look back.
You bring down a bookcase down to hopefully slow it’s progress.
Time was running out.
You hear it charging… something, but you dare not look back.
You trip over yourself.
Time was running out.
You hear it charging… something, but you dare not look back.
You pick yourself up, you need to hurry.
Time was running out.
You hear it fire… and can’t look back.
You,
Time.