Alyssa’s 100 WC

I was running as fast as a race car, through the forest jungle.  The storm was chasing me, it knew I was there and it was following me.  There was no turning back, I had to think of myself before I thought of others.  The violent storm was getting louder and more horrifying by the minute.  I was running out of energy and I was running out of luck.  I let out a deafening scream before I was pulled into the storm.  The scene was over and it was time for my break.  It had been a long day and I needed some lunch.

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