Byran ran out of the house, Locking it behind in hopes of that would slow down Max, if any.
He took one last look at the house he was raised in before Max came to his life. So many of his cherish memories were ruin by the man-monster.
With little to no regrets, Byran raced across the other street, banging on the doors of the few houses that had people in them (anyone who was unlucky enough to live closet to Max had either moved or disappeared mysteriously). So far no one seemed to be home. Worrying that Max is recovering with ever second lost, Byran rushed down the street, not caring where he was going, as long as it was far away from Max.
Byran was halfway down the neighborhood block when...
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