Samara Shaw.
The entrance was further than it looked.
My speed could not be compared to his. I ran and he walked, yet he was just a few seconds away from grabbing me. My legs were never strong and at that moment, they were the weakest they've ever been. My whole body was growing tired as seconds passed. It was the most unlikeliest thing to happen, that I successfully get to the front, but I had the will to keep running. There was only little my legs could do and every time I was hoping something would happen, something unusual that would take me out of the trouble I'd kept myself in.
Vince's foot steps because louder, he increased his pace and I, although was willing, couldn't go faster than I was. My thighs were aching to stop and so was everything in me. I could feel the cold air drying my throat and the sweat rolling down my face. That was the most my fragile body could do and I wished at that moment, I could transform to what I did the last time.
