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drop kick her head off. Kala lurched to the side and the man’s foot only caught her in the shoulder. Thankfully not the one through which she'd been shot. Still, the pain was incredible, and her right arm went instantly numb, useless.
    She fumbled on the ground for the axe she had dropped, but the big man was standing on it now. He swung down at her with softball-sized fists, so Kala shrieked and dove forward, shooting past him and sliding under a table. He was fast and spun around after her, now fully intent on her demise. He heaved the table across the room with a single hand. She could hear his heavy panting, it was too hard, too fast. His heartbeat must be blasting out of control , she thought, he’s going to have a heart attack.
    Then, genius struck her. She hopped up off the floor and vaulted over onto the next hospital bed. As she did, she cried out loudly. Bizarre animal sounds, screams, anything she could think of and as loud as she could. For some reason these things hated loud noises. The big man followed her as fast as he could, using his brute strength to knock away everything in his path. Kala jumped from the bed to a table, then vaulted over the chair, screaming her battle cries the entire tire.
    Still her pursuer came, gaining on her quickly despite his great size. He was roaring in anger, and it sometimes even sounded like words. But Kala could hear something else. His heavy breathing was rapidly turning into pained wheezing as his lungs struggled to keep up with the unreasonable stress his body was trying to put on them. He simply had too much mass to deliver oxygen to his heart at this rate of intensity. He’s without a doubt anaerobic, now let’s finish this. Kala rolled over a steel medical cart, sending it skittering behind her as she fell off, then she looked down a long aisle. This is where the staff would always walk along pushing carts or patients so it was pretty accessible - and long. She could see clear to the other end of the hanger now, almost a hundred yard straight shot. And there at the other end, was the door. She glanced behind her just long enough to see fat bastard crash through a cluster of IV stands, momentarily derailed by the confusion of clear lines, before he just plowed through, dragging them along behind him.
    “Aah!” Kala screamed at him, and then she ran. The door was right there. She was no star athlete like Abigail had been, but she was young, and tough. She dug her bare feet in and sprinted, which in her condition was more like a slow jog. She may have been strong at one time, but three months of being stuck in a bed had sapped her strength and weakened her muscles. That and the burning pain from her chest wound had become unignorable. There must have still been some damage that hadn’t fully healed yet from the surgeries.
    Nevertheless, Kala ran, her feet burning with the friction from the floor, her head pounding in agony. She was still in the early stages of heat stroke and needed cool air and more water. The door was getting closer now but she could hear big man closing on her. Just then, a giant, meaty arm cracked her in the back and sent her sprawling forward. She landed on her side and rolled over to see him advancing.
    He shuffled a couple of steps toward her, still dragging the IVs, but he looked confused now. Another step and he was right on top of her. But Kala knew. She knew because the loud wheezing from his chest had stopped, and because his eyes were starting to darken with blood. They're hemorrhaging. He suddenly stopped breathing. There was no dramatic death throe, no jerking, no spasms. The big man simply stopped moving, moments away from killing Kala. She’d run him so hard that his lungs and heart just gave in. His eyes never closed; he just stood there, dead. Kala scooted back away from him.
    “Holy hell.”
    She didn’t give herself long to recover. With bravery she didn’t feel like she really possessed, she walked past the big man. He had a