He feels a fool for running. For half a moment, he finds himself glad to know how unlikely it would be for his father to be watching this. Watching his son flee for his life like a scared child.

Brady is a fit young man. Athletic. Agile. But his heart is pounding so hard and his breath is coming so fast that his body is thrown into overdrive. He's got so much adrenaline, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He doesn't see her until he's almost on top of her. She's practically half his size, and yet he stares at her as though she'll leap at him and tear out his throat.

[Doing a little backtagging! P.S. this guy dies... if you want to have some fun with that!]