Neville didn't know how far or how long he ran. The only thing he did was run until he couldn't feel his legs any longer.
He was looking for a safe place to hide, but everything was in chaos. Simply put, there was no safe place that could be found. Neville's face was now covered in tears and snot. The despair that had only touched his heart before took a firm hold.
Now all he could feel was despair. True despair.
As if reaching their limits, his legs finally gave way. The chubby boy stumbled and skid on the street. When Neville raised his head, to look at his surroundings, everything came to a halt.
It was as if "Time" had come to a complete stop. When he looked at[to] his right, he saw a young boy--who seemed no older than himself--in the distance. Both of his hands were firmly grabbing hold of a street lamp while his face was filled with fear.
