Clementine:
His thin, tall body leaned forward, his head stretched up like a long pole with empty lines where his face should have been.
His arms hung low, but I could tell, even without his face, that he was looking at me.
I was sprinting toward him, and he was moving toward me with long strides.
His steps began to grow quicker, and the vibrations struck me harder.
He lurched forward suddenly. One long arm swung down toward me.
I ducked fast, his fingers brushing the back of my head, barely scraping my hair, but I felt it.
If I had not been quick, even by a second, he would have knocked me down or grabbed me in his fist.
The force of the swing pushed me farther, almost knocking me off balance, but I stayed up.
I kept moving, running hard. He bent low as if he wanted to pick me off the road.
I slid between his long legs before he could reach me.
Soon, I was running between his legs and coming out behind him.
Taking a short pause would have meant getting struck by him.
