Running through the city my legs were getting weaker than a sprinting elephant. I was a wanted graffiti artist getting chased!
I darted left into a creepy hazardous looking wood which was my last hope. Sweat trickled down my forehead and onto my cheeks. My lungs are burning and my legs are aching. I can feel my heart thumping rapidly like a drum. I glance around trying to get my bearings. Not long after I came to a bike in a tree. I took no notice of it but I clumsily pushed the handle.
A portal opened.
But the question was – what was inside..?