As Alex sprinted, pain shot through his right foot, and he discovered one of his shoes was missing. Stepping on broken glass, he winced, feeling it pierce through his leg.
"Damn it! Not now!" he cursed, limping and running simultaneously, the adrenaline pushing him forward.
In his panicked state, he imagined unseen pursuers on his tail. "Fuck, I'm being chased by my opps. I knew it! I knew they were after me!" Fear gripping him, he ran towards the wire mesh fence surrounding the parking lot.
Ignoring the glass in his leg, he hopped onto the fence, propelled by a mix of dread and adrenaline. All he knew at that moment was to run.
As he prepared to scale the fence, a blinding light emerged from a corner with the screeching sound of tires. In a split second, Alex found himself face to face with a truck hurtling towards him, no sign of brakes in the near future.
In a moment of desperation, he looked around for an escape route. On one side, the fence, and on the other, the oncoming truck. Then, he noticed a small body of water nearby – a drainage ditch or a shallow pond.
Thinking on his feet, Alex altered his course towards the water. The truck ripped through the wire mesh and flew on, narrowly missing him.
As he hit the water, the truck thundered by, and Alex found himself trapped between the fence and the water, gasping for breath. The echoes of the truck's engine faded, leaving behind an eerie silence. Alex, wet, wounded, and bewildered, remained still, not keen on investigating just yet.
Alex emerged after a few tense minutes, spitting and cursing under his breath.
"Ahhh, fuck! I just drank shit juice!" he berated himself, scanning for the weird truck that had been chasing him.
"My phone... I need my phone so I can call the cops. They've gotta come down here and get this maniac that's trying to run me over!" Alex muttered as he walked on the pavement.
The road lay still and empty, illuminated only by street lamps. Constantly looking behind him to ensure he wasn't followed, Alex limped towards the security outpost.
Reaching the outpost, he knocked on the officer's door. No answer. Frustrated, he yelled, "Hey! Anyone there?" Silence. He tried again, "Officer! Guard! Are you sleeping or what?"
Alex's frightened and frustrated voice echoed through the night, and just then, two elderly men in uniforms shot up, barricaded by a glass with a small slit opening that only allowed a hand through.
"About time you show up! Why'd you let a damn truck in here in the middle of the night?" Alex demanded, a lingering sense of dread etched on his face.
The officers, claiming no vehicle of such nature had entered during their watch, looked bewildered as Alex began to angrily narrate his ordeal, "You see me right? Well I don't normally like drinking or smelling like shit but since you asked, I'll tell you. I was chased by a maniac in a truck! Almost got flattened in your damn parking lot!"
As he spoke, the officers exchanged skeptical glances.
"Did you not hear the loud crash at the parking lot?!" Alex asked and still he could tell the men thought he was crazy.
"You think I'm making this up? You think I enjoy smelling like a sewer?" He walked off, storming towards the parking lot which was still a distance away with his limping legs but then changed his mind.
"Ain't no way I'm heading back there," he thought out loud as he retraced his steps back to the security post and told them he needed their phone.
"Hey, it's me again. I need to call the cops, and you're gonna let me use your phone!" he snapped.
Reluctantly, the officers handed over the phone through the slit. Alex dialed the emergency number, his conversation filled with frustration and urgency.
As he began to use the phone they handed to him, he dialed the emergency number and muttered to himself."Damn, this was my favour suit!!" He said, sniffing himself while the call went through.
"Oh hello, 91...shit!!...shit!!! ...shhhhittt" Alex noticed the weird truck outside, engine revving, and blinding headlights on. "They just pulled up again! These maniacs are here again!" Alex said, turning around and taking off with the phone still in his hand.
Running, he heard the sound of something crashing, and when he looked back, he saw the front gate demolished. The small outpost the security men were in seemed wrecked, like it had been struck by lightning.
"Please send help. Some crazy lunatic driving a truck has been chasing me all night. He's run through two security guards already like they were his personal bitches!"
"Calm down?! No, I can't calm down! Did you miss any of the words that just came out of my mouth?! Lady, you listen to me. Send the navy, seals, avengers, hell, send the whole damn calvary to stop this maniac, please!" Alex squirmed, cutting through a turn and heading back towards the office building.
"If I get inside, I can hide till help arrives," he thought, running with all his might, the echoes of his panicked plea still ringing in the night.
Just as Alex thought he was out of the woods, the truck screeched to a halt a few meters in front of him, blocking the entrance.
"I'll be damned," Alex muttered, watching the van approach him with blistering speed. He could almost swear a sinister smile carved across the bumper.
"This can't be what I think it is, right?"
In a split-second decision, Alex leaped out of the way and squirmed under a nearby car, hiding in the shadows. From his vantage point, he saw the truck's headlights scanning the area like a predatory beast searching for its prey.
Thinking on his feet, Alex slid under one of the company's delivery trucks and surprisingly, the keys were just on the seat.
With adrenaline-fueled determination, Alex rammed it against the pursuing truck. Metal collided with metal, creating a cacophony of noise in the silent night.
As the two vehicles clashed, Alex swiftly came out from the delivery truck and rushed towards the driver's seat of the truck pursuing him.
However, before he could reach tell anything, an old aging man, one hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping Alex tightly, pulled him inside.
Confused and terrified, Alex found himself trapped in the clutches of the relentless pursuer. The old man's grip was firm, and Alex struggled against his hold.
"What the hell is going on?" Alex demanded, fear and frustration etched on his face.
"Let go of me, you sick grandpa!" Alex yelled, delivering an elbow to the old man's jaw, but the man's constant grin remained, unaffected.
"I'm about to give you a ride out of this world, buckle up!" the old man declared, his words carrying an eerie certainty.
Fueled by desperation and the urgency of his captive situation, Alex seized his tie and swiftly wrapped it around the old man's neck.
"Let go of me and stop this car right now!" Alex demanded, his eyes bulging with a mix of fear and survival instinct.
The man, however, seemed impervious to Alex's struggles. Undeterred, Alex tightened his tie, his hands shaking with the effort. Unbeknownst to him, the truck outside became a blur,vanishing out of sight, hurtling towards an unknown destination at a breakneck pace.
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