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Mali didn't know she had passed out until dinosaurs starting jumping around her on the creaky old motel bed. They were singing a song, she knew it was English, but for watevr reason she couldn't understand a word they said.
Mali's head throbbed with adrenaline. She skillfully tied an iced bandana round her head and sat on the creaky bed. It must of been from the 1950s and it most certainly didn't help the headache she felt coming.
As she ran, she followed the thin trail of light that was slowly dissipating as the sun set. Mali had no where to go, no one to run to, and when the sun finally set she found her way to an old motel. The florescent lights being the only comfort she had. At least by them she could see what was going on around her. But she didn't dare sleep, not without some form of security at least...
Mali felt her choices of escape drifting away, she took a deep breath and thought. She lucked out and noticed a metal clover hanging above the door. Mali knew only one way to end this. Quickly falling she swung her foot around her captors legs grabbed the clover bashing it into her captors skull. And ran faster than she had ever run in her life, far far away from the trailer and the evil intents that had been waiting for her there.
Mali felt her choices of escape drifting away, she took a deep breath and thought. She lucked out and noticed a metal clover hanging above the door. Mali knew only one way to end this. Quickly falling she swung her foot around her captors legs grabbed the clover bashing it into her captors skull.
She was led to a trailer and forced inside. The walls oozed with mold and decay, and the floor squished and crunched with each step she took. Mali had no clue what she was in for.
Afraid that the cold metal object would blow her brains out. She slowly followed her captor to the intersection of Main and 1st Street. Holding her breathe all the while, scared for what was inevitably in Mali's future.
She finished her coffee slowly, it was her only comfort anymore. But she soon began to regret that decision as a cold iron barrel was pressed into the back of her neck. Mali held her breathe and froze. She didn't want any trouble, but she needed to find a way out.
The steam rose from her styrofoam cup. It was the closet thing to comfort she'd had in days. Life on the run was never easy, she knew that now. But it was even worse when you couldn't use your credit cards because they were being watched by the government. Mali was now a wanted fugitive, and for what reason she had no clue.
Mali couldn't look back. It wouldn't do her any good. She knew she was alone but she just couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her. Mali knew it was probably just nerves, after all she wasn't home, she didn't even have home anymore. Everything was new to her, nothing was normal. It was to foreign for her to comprehend or even function properly.