I’m in a dead sprint before my mind fully catches up to my survival instincts. Even then, things pass by in a panicked blur. I move to different buildings, cross streets, run under bridges, anything I need to do to escape, sticking to the shadows and avoiding any and all light as I go. The light may as well have been the magma of a dragon’s volcano in my mind’s eye: right now, it was every bit as lethal to me.