A boy ran through the streets, trying to shove down the urge to turn around and see how close his chasers were.

He knew from all those horror movies he watched that when the victim turned around they always tripped and died.

He couldn’t die.

He needed to save his brother, to find his brother.

The temptation to look gnawed at him until he gave in.

It was only a quick glance, hardly enough to see anything.

His running steps twisted him sideways, scrapping his arm against a brick wall.

He fell, the ground coming up too quickly for him to do anything other than just hit bottom.