Terrified that they would soon catch up to her, Josie Berg tore as fast as her little legs would carry her down the dark deserted street. The night air was deadly silent except for the sound her feet made as they pounded on the pavement. A few yards back she had passed the last streetlight, and now concentrated on the broken yellow line in the middle of the road. Off in the distance she heard the men yelling obscenities as they continued chasing after her.
Glancing behind, Josie saw the menacing figures closing in and ran faster. Her heart was racing and her lungs burned with every breath she took. Josie forced herself to forge ahead as her legs began to quiver, and with each additional stride became like rubber. She could no longer feel the ground beneath her feet as she scrambled down the road. Josie had to get away, only she was running in unfamiliar territory and had no idea where to go. Out of the blue her feet gave way and she fell to the ground, unable to get back up Josie felt she could go no further. She lay on the cold dark surface like a wounded helpless animal. Fear engulfed her entire body as she heard the men closing in.
–L. L. Dahl-Jensen, RITA, RITA
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