Running through the deserted streets, my heart pounded in my chest as I heard the sound of my attacker’s footsteps getting closer. The rhythmic thud of his feet echoed in my ears, matching the frantic beat of my own heart.

Blood mixed with sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes as I tried to focus on my surroundings. The abandoned buildings loomed over me like silent sentinels, their broken windows and crumbling walls a testament to the decay of this forgotten place.

I could feel my strength waning as I stumbled down the empty street, my legs burning with exhaustion. But my attacker was relentless, his footsteps growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment.

Suddenly, I reached a dead end, my path blocked by a towering brick wall. I turned to face my attacker, my heart sinking as I saw the cold, cruel glint in his eyes.

He lunged at me, his hands reaching out to grab me. I tried to fight back, but his strength was too great. He threw me to the ground, and I felt the sharp pain of his fists raining down on me.

Each blow was like a thunderclap, the sound echoing through the empty streets. I cried out in agony, my body writhing in pain as he continued his brutal assault.

It felt like an eternity before he finally stopped, leaving me battered and broken on the ground. I lay there, gasping for breath, as he stood over me like a conqueror.

In that moment, I knew that my fate would be the same as Melissa’s. I was going to die here, alone and forgotten in this desolate place.

As the darkness closed in around me, I couldn’t help but think that this was the end. The end of my life, the end of my dreams, the end of everything I had ever known.

But even as I lay there, broken and defeated, I knew that I would never give up. I would fight until my last breath, until my dying moment, until the very end.