All of the color had been sucked from the world-or so it seemed. Grey nets hung from high, dingy ceilings. And she was running.
It was a maze to her, the endless sea of aisles made up of tall shelves filled with items she couldn't identify. She couldn't place the smell offending her nose. She was only a little girl, after all.
She knew she had to run, though. Sometimes that's enough.
Her memory was foggy. She didn't know how she got there. She wanted her Mom. She didn't know how much longer she could run. The exertion made her blood pulse in her gums and her lungs protested every breath. Every turn seemed to bring her back to where she'd just been.
She stopped. Panting, out of breath, and all alone, she peered around a shelf loaded to the gills with rusted piles of this-and-that. One of her long golden curls tangled itself in the mess. She was about to tear it free and get moving again when a hushed voice interrupted her panicked mind.
"Come this way! Quickly, now!"
Her head snapped at the sound, painfully freeing the tangled curl in the process. There was a man no more than 30 yards away from her-a man that had crept into the aisle she'd ventured to glance down moments before.
"You have to come NOW!"
The voice was not hushed the second time. That got her moving again-and fast, in the opposite direction of her new-found company. She was aware of the man shouting behind her. The shouts gave way to foot falls.
She was being chased.
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