I feel his presence approaching me. My breath catches in my chest as I hear the breathing-the slow, ominous breathing. It is a sound that strikes fear in the hearts of even the bravest souls.
The shots whistle outside. I press myself even closer against the wall, hoping I can hide from him, though I know it's a fruitless effort. I hear her whimper at my side; the sound pains me. "Shhh..." I hiss.
She looks up at me with cold fear in her brown eyes. I have to look away; she mustn't see my fear.
The footsteps resonate down the narrow hall. They're coming closer. I can feel him approach us. His presence contaminates everything within its grasp. I know why he is here. He is here to kill us, to finish us off, all of us. I should have seen it earlier, should have stopped itů