She ran as fast as her body would allow.
He was closing in on her, she had to think fast.
She took a sharp turn to the left down a skinny, narrow alley.
Her feet splashed in the puddles formed in the craters of the tar.
She heard the echoing footsteps not far behind her.
A small wagon with squeaky wheels blocked the alley way.
She hesitated as she clamped on to the side of the wagon and jumped on.
She swung herself off and continued to run.
She need to stop and rest for minute.
Her limbs were started to wear down and she was breathing heavily.
She stopped and hid in the darkness of a doorway.
Out of breath, she bent over and put her hands on her knees as sweat dripped from her forehead.
She paused. Footsteps so light you'd barely notice if you weren't listening.
But she was, and he was there inches from her.
She stilled and quieted her breathing.
He stood listening.
Her muscles ached and she needed to move.
She shifted her leg and he heard.
He darted around the corner of the doorway and tackled her to the ground.
She clamped on his arm and trying to pry it off.
She felt his steady breathing on her.
"I don't want to hurt you." Was all he could think of saying.
His brilliant green eyes stared straight into hers.
she expected to see hatred.
She struggled attempting to loosen herself.
He only tightened his grip.
He sat up but still on top of her.
"Sam." She hissed.
He let her stand but still had his arm clamped on hers.
She grunted as he pushed her up against the wall and grabbed her knife and patted her down for anything else.
She turned to face him.
She looked at him for a moment and he let his guard down.
He loosened his grip on her.
She pulled loose and darted down the dark alley. "Carol! I just want to help you!" Luke called towards her.
She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around.
He stopped too, inches away from her