Jon turned right, running parallel to the dilapidated buildings of Park Street. No one really lived here anymore; the buildings were mostly stores and restaurants. Once he was near the old brick building, the pizza shop, he ran inside, his hands leaving dirty smudges on the never-clean glass door.

“Hey, kid, get outta here!” A large man behind the counter glared at Jon angrily, but Jon kept running, jumping over the counter, and into the back.

Two confused pizza-makers with stained aprons stared at Jon wide-eyed as he made his way towards the back exit. The ripped screen door slammed shut just as the chaser entered the joint.

Jon let out a chuckle, and kept running, now on the better side of town. Past the children’s ice cream shop, past the tiny plot of land used as a cemetery, past the high school, and past the Catholic church, he fled. He never slowed down for a moment, not until he reached the park.