'Running, screaming, running... stop. Look back. Keep Running, you're so close. Don't give up yet, you're almost there.' Her face was in total fear, a fear only brought on by death. Death itself was in the air, trying to choke her, trying to grab its hands around her neck and drag her down. The air was thickening as she gasped for it. Air. The one thing that all humans are so dependent on, the one thing that death took away.