I run past the other runners: something was chasing me and it was about to chase them. I run past corner to corner, then find people infront of me. I’m the slowest of all runners so I knew I was going to get eaten by this beast…but it didn’t stop me running. I run behind everyone else, trying to get through.
As they turned the corner, something grabbed me. I felt sticky around my back. I turn around and see my older brother covered in blood and covered in the sticky liquid.
”Don’t worry, He’s gone.”
But I knew that the venom went into his brain because He’s not gone.