His shoes slapped the ground as he pushed himself to run faster, faster. His breathing came in ragged, laboured, breaths. Of all the times for his asthma to act up it had to be now? But judging by how his day was going, luck was not in his favour today. He glanced quickly behind him. They weren't anywhere in sight. He slowed down - but only a little. He wasn't going to take any chances. As he scanned his surroundings he noticed a cafe across the street from him - perfect. They would never think to look in such a public place. He ducked inside and sat down at an empty table in the far corner. Now maybe if he could find a newspaper or something else to read he could- just then the bell signalling a new customer rang. He closed his eyes. Oh God, it was probably them. He was done for. Slowly, he turned around. If he was going to die he at least wanted to know how they were going to do it. He became lightheaded with relief when he saw an elderly woman instead of his perpetrators.

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