Feet pounded past you like a herd of blood thirsty wolves hunting its prey. You yelled out as your feet tried to get traction on the slippery floor. Your eye's feverishly serched for freedom as your mouth chanted in disbelife,
"This isn't happening, This isn't happening!" You screamed out as the wind from a fallen foor hurdled you into the air. The landing was harsh, almost fatal. Yet the pain whent away quickly.

You looked up to see an empty store door open. With a wince you dashed forward with tears in your eyes