I stared into the eyes of the killer from across the room. A dark smile formed on his lips and he ambled forward, eyes tensed, knife raised.
Ready to attack at anytime.
I'd survived him once and I doubted that I could survive him once more.
You can run but you can't hide always seemed cliché to me. It always seemed like nothing would ever happen to me in my safe little world.
How wrong could I be?
How would I subsist the same thing twice when I'd barely lived the first time around?