Exhaustion was settling into my limbs in the form of trembling. I was so tired of running. I wanted to stop. My breath was coming from me so fast that I did not have time to inhale.
I was gasping, my chest convulsing painfully. I could hear the footsteps behind me. Why were they still after me? I couldn’t keep going. I had to give up.
There was that voice in the back of my head, but it was muted. It was my self-preservation, trying to keep me running, trying to keep me alive.
I had to stop.
The footsteps were getting closer.
“We’ve found her. We’ve found the demon.”