Lola was running. She didn’t know how long she had been running. Her feet was numb. She wasn’t even sure if she was breathing at this point but she kept running. One foot after the other.
Lola could see Fox just ahead. A flash of orange dipping over the hill. He was leading the way. The way to a new town.
She could still see it. The lab. The rows of labels. Blood. Her blood. Children’s blood. “No one ever grows old here. The great experiment.” Her doctor had said. “Your blood keeps me young. Your parents young. Healthy. Unfortunately. You’re sick. You don’t have much time left. I’m very sorry. ”
Lola could see the tops of buildings. She didn’t care that she was in a gown. She didn’t care how long she had been running. She could hear something. Something new. The sound of laughing. Running. It was a park. It was the sound of children playing. And she ran to it. . .