Runaway. 2 I walked into a exhausted town. It had a large city hall right smack in the middle of the town square. Since I arrived in the middle of the night there was no one out. There was a long road leading off to a small broken down house that towered over the whole establishment. It looked abandoned and super old. I sauntered down the freshly paved road and up the creaky stairs of the house. It was a two story house that was a amazing sight at one time but now it just looked pathetic. The windows were all shattered and the paint was peeling off the wood. When I tried to open the door it wouldn't budge so I pulled harder and harder until my hand slipped of the handle and I fell backwards landing hard on my butt. "God, can this night get any better?" I muttered under my breath. I decided to sneak in the window. I carefully crawled through the broken glass and sharp wood and tumbled onto to the cold wood floor in the house. Suddenly I heard a noise almost like a person running up the stairs. I knew not to shout "hello?" like in the movies cause that person always dies. So I slinked to the kitchen and hid in the pantry. I heard it again except louder and closer. I held my breath and awaited my fate.