Killing Me Softly

You whirl around and dart across the room. Damn, you're fast! Maybe you work out? Not like you can remember anyways...
Strong, too! The door slams open, glass cracking when it hits the outside wall.
You run until you can hardly breathe. You glance over your shoulder; it doesn't look like they've followed- Wait, no, there they are. But they're fucking slow. Losers.
So you keep running, ducking up and down side streets, until you're thoroughly convinced that you lost them. Whoever - whatever - they were.
At the next row of houses, you leap over a fence and hide in a narrow alley. Hands on your knees, you pant, trying to calm down.
"Psst."
Your head whips up.
"Psst. Down here."
You look down and spot a basement window cracked open a few inches. A boy with sunken eyes is peeking out, and meets your eyes. He sticks one hand out and gestures.
"Come on. You can hide down here."
You debate...
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