Run.

She ran. From what? She had no clue. To where? Her mind was blank. Yet she urged her feet, over and over, to move. Faster. Faster. Faster. She knew if she stopped, she'd get caught. She'd lag behind. And so she went on. She ran forward. Or maybe it was backward. Her heart pumped blood as quick as it could. Her surroundings werent changing, as everything was white. There was no end to this race, no beginning. Yet she ran.