She was running. She was running and her legs hurt and it sucked because there was only so long she could continue running but not running sort of equaled death. It was like an equation.
If running = staying alive than not running = not staying alive
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So he was wandering aimlessly, possibly looking for something to do, but mostly looking for the quiet, enjoying the dark and anonymity that only walking in the dark could provide. But it wasn't long before he heard the foot steps, and his eyes snapped to attention, searching out the source of the sound. It only took him a few minutes before he spotted a blond running in his direction, and it was only a minute after that before he recognized who it was.
"Ruby?"
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"Running, David, we're running!!"
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He followed her lead, spinning around as fast as he could and following after her, running as fast as he could to keep up. He didn't have much trouble -- he was still pretty much in shape -- but he still hung back from her a bit, throwing a glance back over her shoulder before turning back to her.
"What exactly are we running from?"
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She put her hands on her knees and ducked her head, wincing before pressing her hand to her ribs. It was bleeding but it would heal eventually, just not a quick as usual because they'd tried ripping her out of her body. It was very rude of them. "We're running from the hunters who want to kill me, David," she explained patiently.
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