I was a hunted ghost with six mates after me, and I was beginning to wonder if running had been my biggest mistake.My torn clothes, messy hair, bare feet, and weary eyes were a testament to the hell I'd been through.The little girl, covered in a rain coat on my back was still trembling, her arms locked tightly around my neck. Every few seconds, a frightened whimper escaped her lips, we couldn't tell if we were safe or we'd just ran straight into another trap.I forced my aching feet to stop when we got to a crosswalk as I struggled to catch my breath.The human nightlife blurred past around us as cars honked, music pop from brightly lit buildings.My ears dissected laughter from people walking by, some carrying shopping bags, others glued to their phones but none stopped or spared us more than a passing glance.I swallowed hard and glance over my shoulder, at alert, with my heart in my throat but there was nothing that resembled them yet.Although, they could be behind me, watching
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