Although they ran quickly they were still not making enough progress. He was too fast. His face could not be seen because of his hood’s shadow. He was talking to us but we wouldn’t listen. My hands clenched, my head was dripping a river of sweat, we would have to stop eventually. He caught up with us and we couldn’t run any longer. He came off the ground and he was hovering above us. He shouted at us “He’s coming, he’s coming” I was frightened what was I suppose to do. He thought to himself who’s coming and why?