Keep Running

Chases don't end till one of the parties is dead or simply too tired to carry on. Our pursuer was both tenacious and ruthless. He ditched his wheels in favor of his feet. I'd say he was making things even, but he was carrying a very sharp, very large knife. Olivia and I were starting to feel exhausted, however we couldn't give up. We had to keep running. Our lives depended on it.