[He bolts away from her as fast as he can, staggering as his foot hits an uneven part of the pavement. Even with his corrective shoes, his balance isn't great, and he knows she'll catch him in no time if he doesn't find cover. As he comes upon one of the houses, he frantically tries the door--locked. He scrambles around the building, cutting across the grass. The town square should be that way--there has to be a shop he can duck into there. There has to--
And he goes down, his toe catching on a tree root in the darkness.]
Willock would be the first to die in a horror movie I swear XD
And he goes down, his toe catching on a tree root in the darkness.]