City Of Kandor
"Run, kid! Don't look back, just run!"
The woman's voice was sharp with fear, cutting through the clatter of their footsteps on the cobblestones. She was young, maybe in her twenties, her face pale under the flickering alley torchlight.
The boy ahead of her, sixteen or seventeen, threw a frantic glance over his shoulder. "Who are they? What did I do? You still haven't told me anything!"
"Survive first, questions later!" she snapped, shoving him forward as they rounded a corner into a darker, narrower lane. The sounds of pursuit—heavy boots, snarling voices—echoed not far behind. "This isn't a game! Move!"
"This is bullshit!" the boy yelled suddenly, skidding to a halt. He planted his feet and turned, his hands coming up in clumsy fists. "I'm done running! Let them come!"
