C14 Chased By Unknown Men

Roxy broke into a run, her hands holding her bag firmly. Her senses were quite alert, her heart pounding. Fear had gripped her, the kind of fear that would make the hairs at the back of your neck stand up and tingle. That was the kind of fear she felt.

She looked around again, discerning vague forms in the distance. Were those the men after her or were they borne out of her own imagination