With the sun coming up over the horizon, illuminating the trees and flowers and idle, resting cars, Even was running for his life. He had been running the whole night, trying to escape the massive monster chasing him, trying to reach the safety of his home.
He leapt over a fence and rushed through a neighbour's backyard, only to hear the growl of the rogue gorilla stomping after him like a 150 kilogram dark mass of nightmare. It was charging fast, catching up ever so slowly.
Even was never a fast runner. He had the brains to be alive until this point, but the only thing his brains would do now was give the grilla a nice dessert.
Even had a lot of skill when it came to obstacles, and he leapt over fences and bushes like they were giant building blocks.
But no amount of skill can save a young boy from a gorilla.
Even ran until he saw his house sitting comfortably in the street to his right. He turned, and the gorilla's speedy response kept him right behind the boy. Even ran right into his house, slammed the door shut, and rushed to his room closet, where he shut the door and prayed for his life.
His family had been taken by the gorillas days ago, as well as the entire neighbourhood. Even was the only one left alive.
Smash!
Even jumped and his head hit the roof. He could tell the gorilla had broken in through his front door and was making its way through the soft, tiled hallway to his room, stomping quietly, carefully, like the predator it ws trained to be.
Thump-ump... Thump-ump... Thump-ump... Thump-
Even's heart beated in thythm to the gorilla's quiet stomping. Every step brought the beast closer... and closer...
Then the stomping stopped. Even stood as still as a statue, quiet as a mouse, his heart racing and body frozen, waiting for the inevitable to happen. But it was quiet for a long, long time.
Suddenly, his room door opened.