It started the day after he met them...

It definitely did...or was it way before that...there was a feeling in the back of his head that he was missing something really important, something really very important...

He was running, running with all he had in him. He felt his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as every breath he took became more laboured. There was a cold wind blowing right at his face as he sprinted towards the unreachable horizon, the bitter cold piercing through his skin like shards of ice. He knew that he had been running for a very long time now because he could feel a dull ache all over his body which seemed to get worse by time and a screaming pain in his legs making it harder to place one foot in front of the other. He wanted to stop, give up as exhaustion washed over his body but his panicked mind refused to let him cease his endless run, practically shrieking to keep moving before ‘it’ gets to him...