No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.

All that ran through my mind at her suggesstion was running through the park with a ton of turned Disney Princesses and the three little pigs hot on our trail.

...the guns and the eyes of the guard were facing inwards, not outwards, an observation that made little sense and was disregarded at the time.

It's more like an absence of sound, almost like nature holding its breath. Like those corny lines in movies where the hero says, "It's quiet, too quiet.

If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

I never used to run before this, never wanted to and never had the time to. Now, I run nearly every day.

...I can't make exceptions for myself. If I can run, I will run. I don't have to feel good to do it.

Presents? Cake? I could use a new bat, maybe some good work boots or running shoes.

Not too bad, reminds me of some kind of meat dip, best if you close your eyes and pretend it's something else.

...his vacant eyes took on a more sinister look, taking notice of us for the first time, a stranger in our midst, a monster.