Legs pounding, heart racing. Heart pounding, legs racing. I can hear them gaining on me. I duck down an alley. For a moment, it all slows down and I wonder where I am and why I’m running. Then we are back to normal speed – I dart past the bums on the street, and down through the dirty back streets of the city. I stop, out of breath, chest creased with pain. I cough and splutter out blood mixed with snot. I wipe it all away with my jacket sleeve. Wish I can wipe everything away…

 
He’s over here! Get him!”


As I hear the shuffle of heavy military boots on the concrete and the growl of the specially bred dogs, I frantically look around me for some form of hope, any form of hope…