-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the chapter: Hunted by Isabel LaRosa)
My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the sound of the rain.
The figure stood at the entrance of the alley, completely still. Silent.
I was so dumb, why did I run in the opposite direction of the Chuch? I should have run back inside, the stalker would not have followed inside.
The darkness clung to them, the rain soaking their hooded form, but I could still feel their eyes on me. Unmoving. Calculating.
A predator waiting for its prey to make the wrong move.
I swallowed hard. My fingers curled into tight fists, nails biting into my palms.
"Who the fuck are you?" My voice was steady, but my body betrayed me, my chest rising and falling too quickly, my breath too uneven.
The figure didn't respond.
