Chase .53
June 1st 2071
The chase was on! Zhenya was sprinting as fast as her legs would carry her. Where was that menace? WHERE WAS HE?
“GORDY! WHERE ARE YOU?” She shouted, chasing after him. She had run after him, following his direction, but as quick at running she was - he was like a lightning bolt.
She chased him after he tried to kiss her. It was disgusting! And she wanted to tell him it was gross.
Just as she ran around the next corner, he jumped out in front of her, and she fell backwards, hitting her head on the pavement, and screamed.