City night

Real world does not have a soundtrack to warn you that something is coming. Real world does not have a soundtrack to make you look cool.

There was no escape from them. They would creep on you no matter where you were, where you were going or doing or being. I went too far, not even realizing it and now I had to pay for that. I could hear the engine of my bike wheezing as I forced it to go even faster. Faster faster faster. I knew I could not be fast enough but hope dies last, doesn't it.

With no other ability to escape I started slaloming around the cars surrounding me, looking for rescue in confusion. We were all masters in navigating through crowded city and I needed something more than speed to lose them behind.

Focused on pointless escape, I did not see their moves clearly.

The last thing I heard was a loud crash as my motorcycle obscured the world outside.

This short story has been created according to the rules of Dogreal Manifesto