Chapter 49: Track down (1)
[December XX, 4 AM. University College Campus.]
He was being chased.
He ran, frequently looking over his shoulder to see how close his unidentified pursuer was. The fog began to gather on the empty sidewalk blocks. He knew what this meant.
The hunt had begun.
Being the prey instead of the hunter was not a pleasant experience. But he couldn’t stop. Stopping here was dangerous. He had to think like a hunter. Where should he go? He muttered to himself. Not a dead end. That’s too dangerous. He couldn’t predict how long this fog would last, but he had to escape at least until morning.
“Where are you? Where are you?” His shout echoed on the empty street. He kept running, but the fog only thickened, as if it was being drawn up from the Thames. He should have brought a gun. The dimming gas lamps made his vision increasingly obscured.
There were no sounds of pursuit. The fog spread like a serpent, licking at his pants and dragging at his steps, making his entire body feel heavy.
Someone was here.
He could feel the presence. An oppressive, predatory presence. No sound, but it was definitely following him not far behind. It seemed to be watching him, not approaching easily. What was it waiting for? For him to get exhausted and give up?