Devon

I run down the hall, flying past people and furniture without a care if I run into them. I jump over and around obstacles as I force my way to the front entrance, where I’m sure the scouting party will be.

I run to the door and slam my body against it, forcing it open as I fly out into the night.

It’s quiet. Crickets are chirping despite the late winter chill.

They are gone.

My heart is pounding, and I feel dizzy from the lack of air.

I ...