Mommy, Run Away. Daddy Is Chasing You.

"Children" The man, covered in blood, was breathing heavily and crawling towards me with his bony hands trembling. Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, and he opened and closed his mouth with difficulty: "No... Don't... Be afraid of... The child" I took a step back in disgust. Although it was a familiar sight in the city, this time it seemed a little strange. I suppressed the urge to spit out the pimple soup I drank for lunch and looked into his eyes to see what he was going to say. He seemed to have reached his end, and he didn't even have the last bit of strength to crawl towards me. He lay on the ground and gasped for breath for a while, and then said in his muddy voice: "We are... You... Are about to join us... Don't be afraid, kid." "You will save us... All... Don't... Be afraid... Don't" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.