"One Last Chance" Short Story

I stumbled, and fell to my knees against the hard bitumen of the road. I quickly scrambled to my aching feet, with trembling fingers brushed the pebbles indented with blood in the scrapes on my knees. I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes darting right to left frantically, terrified. Where was it? My breath coming in- shuddering gasps that wracked my body with pain. Then I could see it! It was coming at the end of the street, the dark big and black van, the harsh chrome menacing like an animal in the twilight. The grille at the front of the van, baring its teeth in anger and madness. …