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Monochrome Nightmare – Climb

And so we began up the stairs, long, strait and then coiling spirals of stairwells. Our feet were loud on the steel and we had to stop every few hundred steps to see if we heard the feet of our follower on the stairs behind us. They were still there, still following and still moving at the same pace. If we just kept going faster than that, we could outrun them. But to what end? We didn’t even know if there would be anything at the top.

October 22, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | Leave a comment