running

He scrambled inside and shut the door behind him. Soaking in sweat and struggling to catch his breath, he leaned hard against the door to hold back the death.

"Did you bring any food?", said a teenage girl from within the dark government office.

"Yes."

"Can I have some?"

"No."

"Then I will have to kill you."

"You could try."

"I will.... do it, unless you give me some of your food."

"You put on a brave face, little girl." brandishing his small sized revolver.