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He could hear the footsteps growing louder behind him. He could feel them pounding into the ground. He couldn't see them, but he could just imagine them growing closer and closer to him.
His hand was placed tightly over his mouth, concealing any gasps or stray sounds he may make. His breathing was ragged even as he tried to calm it. He needed to make as little noise as possible. He couldn't let them know where he was.
He knew that there was no point in hiding.
There was no where that he could go.
There was nothing that he could do.
They were going to find him eventually.
All he was doing was delaying the inevitable.