Crying, tears streaking down a dirty face, making rivers. Sniffling, choking on air, sobbing. Running, scared, cold. Breaths come out as puffs in the cold night air, body’s cold, although running. Running, forever running, trying to stay warm. The darkness will soon overcome, swallow the tiny body whole, although the legs run for forever, they are not fast enough. It is not possible to outrun the darkness. The darkness that lasts forever. Straining, crying, freezing tears. The air gets colder, every second. How long can this little body run? How long until it falls, gasping, choking, crying? Until the darkness overcomes? Where is the light? A hole in the ground, the fragile body trips, stumbles, falls. Screaming, darkness and cold rush onto the small body, forever trapping it in its grip. The screams are swallowed up, no more sound. Only the rushing in the tiny ears, the rushing of something unknown, always growing louder. And the cold, the bitter cold. Nowhere to run to now, the body grows so cold, but the flowing blood never stops running, only slowing, slowing down. Going so slowly now. And the darkness. The eyes cannot see, the body stays in one spot, never moving, terror coursing through the veins, the mouth frozen in that perfect O.

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