Run Towards The Danger Novels & Stories

Panic roots me to the spot, my mind spinning in all directions. I’m lost in fear, not sure of what to do. But then, my survival instincts kick in, snapping me out of the haze. Without thinking, I turn on my heel and run, as I sprint away from the impending danger, just as Selena instructed.

It's a text message from an unknown number that says, "You're in danger. You need to get out of there." Panicked, Sebastian looks around for a place to hide. He sees a small alleyway nearby and sprints towards it, ducking out of sight. His heart is racing, and he's breathing heavily. He pulls out his phone and dials 911, hoping that help will arrive in time. Then, he hears footsteps approaching from the direction of the main street. Someone is walking towards the alleyway.

He frantically yelled. He felt a sense of dread. Fear had gripped his heart. He gripped his scout’s arm, slightly shaking him. “I-in the Northeast… Our troops are picking up our scouts..” “No...NO! TELL THEM TO ABORT AND GET BACK HERE!” He said frantically. Shifting in his form he ran towards the northeast. Leaving his scouts that had stayed besides him, ignoring their yells. He wanted to run away, and yet stupid braveness had impulsively pushed him into trying to save them from impending danger.

The sound of movement closed in from every direction, and fear surged through my chest like fire. Behind us, more blasts echoed through the base, lighting up the sky and turning shadows into enemies. Michele ran beside me, breath ragged but determined. Jason stayed close, urging us forward. The planes were just ahead. If we stopped now, we were dead. If we kept running, we still had a chance. So we ran—straight into the storm, hoping speed and darkness would carry us the rest of the way.

Without a second thought, I raced towards the window, my mind focused on one thing—escape. I knew I couldn't risk going through the door. He was too close, too volatile. I had to find another way out. With a burst of adrenaline, I lunged towards the window, crashing through the glass with reckless abandon. The shards tinkled to the ground as I tumbled into the night, narrowly escaping the clutches of danger.

~Unknown~ I run through the woods, trying to be as quick as I can. It’s hard because I have a child with me and have to be mindful of his pace. I hold him tighter against me and duck under a tree branch. I hear paw steps in the distance. I know they are getting closer, but I have to try to get out of here. We’ve been in danger and suffering ever since we came across this group, and I can’t take it anymore. I duck behind a big tree trunk and place him down on the ground in front of me. “Khalid, Khalid, look at me.” There are tears in his eyes, but he focuses his sights on me. “You have to run.”

We were nervous because the enemies might catch up with him there and what else might they do to him. We were not wrong in what we thought. We immediately saw four men running from behind him and now towards where he was standing. "Behind you!" Mina shouted and pointed from behind her. Bon quickly turned to what he was referring to and was shocked to see them. That's why even though the traffic lights hadn't changed and even though he knew it was very dangerous what he was thinking of doing, he still tried and took a risk just to escape those people.

Suddenly as he continued walking, we saw people running down the street, everyone seeking safety from danger. We halted, exchanging surprise gaze. ” What's going on? Why's everyone suddenly running?”Sunny asked, his voice cracking. No one could answer his questions as we were oblivious to the danger out there. “ Run. They're coming!” A certain man screamed at us. But I didn't seem to get it. Where do we run to? What was chasing the people out there? Very swiftly, I turned to my crew, acting like the born comrade I was. “ You all, fix yourself somewhere hidden. I'll find out when is happening out there myself”

Fuck this. I take off running towards the forest. Run as fast as I can, when I hear it my name being called. I skid to a stop, my mind screaming to keep going. I’m in danger. I turn my head and look over my shoulder and there is no-one there; I shake my head and run forward, running blindly in the forest. If I had my phone, I could use it’s flashlight, but I don’t know where my things are. All I know is I am in trouble. I can feel it and no-one is making a suit out of my skin.

Added it to the growing collection of messages from survivors. Evidence that the risk was worth it. That the danger mattered. That sometimes running toward fear instead of away was exactly right.