The Running Man

The skies are red, almost an amber color. It is the time of the night life, where lust and desires occur in the city. Bars are at full capacity, strip clubs are making money. It was a time of sin.
However, one person decided that they had enough. That they drunk too much boozed and gambled too much money, despite the fact that all of the action just began. He was single, a part-timer who works at a local gas station. However, he was no saint. He cheated on his fiancée, he lied to his workers during his part-time, and was a drug mule to make end's meet. All the ingredients needed for the Running Man.
The person was walking down the street to his apartment complex, just a block or two away. When he walked past an alleyway, something caught in his peripheral vision: a shadow of a person, on the alleyway wall. The shadow looked like a man of average sized, about six foot tall. He scoffed at the shadow, assuming he was merely drunk, and he was seeing things.
A couple of steps down, and the person heard something.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Footsteps? No. They are too aggressive, it must be stomping. The source of the sound was coming from behind him. He turned his head, and nobody was behind him. Only a shadow on the sidewalk that he is walking on. The shadow is marching towards him. Concerned, he walked a little faster. However, it marched faster, roughly seven kilometers per hour faster. The man was getting worried, he decided to run, but the shadow ran faster.
He couldn't call a taxi, there was no time. He couldn't call for help, all were too busy doing questionable things. All he can do is run, run as fast as possible, and run to his shotgun shack. However, no matter how fast he can run, the shadow can run faster.
However, there was luck! He can see his shotgun shack, only half a block away. With all of his might, he sprinted, like an Olympian, to his doorstep. He made it, only to realized he locked the door. He turned around, the shadow was catching up. He frantically hunt for his keys, rummaging in each pocket. The footsteps were getting louder, and faster. He found his keys! He unlocks the door and-
Too late. The Running Man caught up, and like a cheetah to an antelope, it caught it's prey. The sinner was erased from existence, and the Running Man lurks back in the alleyway, waiting. Waiting to strike again.
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