Run Left

Holding your shoes, you run barefoot up the middle of the street, desperately hoping to see signs of life. You pass one empty intersection, without luck and run on, your breasts bouncing, your breath heaving, your bare feet sore from the pavement.

From the noise behind you you've gained a little ground on your pursuers, and you risk a glance over your shoulder to see one figure chasing you about a hundred feet behind. It looks like Richards, which makes you wonder where your professor is.

You're nearing the next intersection when a car pulls slowly across it. You scream at it to stop and it does, backing up to the middle of the intersection. It's an older model station wagon, and you can see that there are two people in the front seat. The passenger, the figure closest to you rolls his window down as you reach the car, gasping for breath and jabbering frantically.

"Please help me, there's a man chasing me, he's trying to **** me, please get me out of here!"

The passenger looks at you dumbfounded and you can see that he's young, no more than a teenager. "What...," he starts but the driver cuts him off.

"Get in the car, lady. Shut the fuck up Jimmy." Jimmy opens the door for you and scoots over to give you room, you slam the door just before Richards reaches it, and the driver accelerates away.