You decide to keep running, making it to the front office of the complex. You see some bikes attached to bike stands, and it looks like someone forgot to lock up. Taking the handlebars and sitting on the seat, you decide that your house is probably the best option. You ride like your life depended on it, and it quite literally does depend on it. As you ride past the streets of Mandela County, you see cars illuminated under street lights, someone jogging, and even a diner that's still open- wait. Was that someone jogging at 10 o'clock at night? You look back and see them now jogging in your direction. You look forward again and shake your head before looking back, seeing them now chasing you at top speeds. They have arms that reach down to their feet and a jaw that looks like it's made out of Play-Doh. You focus on not crashing and not becoming a meal for whoever that used to be. The faster you go, the more you feel the wind throw its breeze into your hair. If only the moment wasn't ruined by a frightening monster 100 feet away from you and counting. What will you do?