I hurried through the streets of Ficletdom and my heart raced faster than usual. The wound in my side still bled but I had to press onward. I was hunted and I knew it. My breath came in ragged gasps but I kept going. My bag was heavy and threw my balance off but I didn’t mind the weight. It was a good one.

It reminded me that I held the fate of Ficletdom.

It was so close to the deadline. We had tried to pretend it wasn’t happening all around but it was so close. Less than a month away and finally we had awakened. So many attempts: so many losses. A tear slid down my face as I remembered my friends that were gone. I had resolved to be different. I would succeed for them.

I heard a noise and pressed myself tightly against the building. I was closer to their headquarters and security was tighter around here. Ficletdom wasn’t like it used to be.

Suddenly, I heard a siren. Voices all around me. My bag was taken away and I felt a sharp pain in my gut. Blood. It didn’t matter: I had failed. Ficletdom was doomed.