Annabelle looked over her shoulder; they’d be in sight soon.
She looked at the bridge, the idea of crossing it terrified her, but she knew
she had to if she wanted to live. It swung as she stepped onto it, she
swallowed her fear and ran. It was either that or face her own death.
55 words
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