Twisted Games
, I think, mentally face palming myself.
In my race to escape I accidentally knock down a fruit vendors cart and an array of colourful fruit starts flowing into the street followed by small crowd trying to help pick them up. The furious vendor seems torn, trying to decide whether to avenge his ruined produce or save the remaining ones. Poor guy, I really feel bad for him but I can't stop at any cost. I have to make it to my safe house to regroup. The disturbance seemed to have caused enough of a distraction for me to lose my chasers. Finally I can come up with a real plan, I sigh, opening the rustic cabin doors of my safe house. My relief is short lived though as I am greeted by over a dozen