HERA
I remember what it is like to run for your life.
The only thing faster than the force and speed at which your feet hit the floor is the racing of your pounding heart; loud and brutal in your ear as it struggles to pump enough blood through your veins in an effort to keep up with your unrelenting speed.
Trying your best to avoid stumbling because falling would mean certain doom and it was not an option you could afford, yet having no time to look at the rapidly changing, uneven treacherous floor disappearing beneath your feet.
The air around you suddenly starts to feel thicker, almost like you are struggling to cut your way through it, to fight against its resistance and get away from the monsters that are coming after you.
Your muscles want to cramp up from exhaustion but you pus
