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You're walking home in the dark and soon hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Every time you turn around, nothing is there. If you try to quicken your pace, the footsteps start running right along with you. No matter how you try to see behind you--if you use your phone camera or if you look in window reflections, you can't see anything...but you know it's getting closer. If you don't run fast enough, you can almost feel a hand on your arm, a breath on your neck...

You need to get home, fast.

If you can.

Why in the name of god, did he decide after going out for patrol, to power down and casually walk back home like a moron? Oh because his uniform didn’t have a coat, his normal clothes did. Never mind he was nearly across town and the bus wasn’t running this late. Never mind that he was out at 2 am past curfew and was pretty sure a cop was going to see him and bring him home just in time to get his a** grounded well into next year. Who cared that he was taking well lit paths though the main downtown area where he was pretty sure negaverse agents patrolled looking for idiots like him to prey upon. And oh, can’t forget the fact that some weird homeless guy offered him crack if he’d suck the man’s likely not so hygienic d**k. No thanks, Max was fine see, he had his crack at home for later.
Thankfully the old guy just nodded sagely and left him a lone by lord have mercy on his soul, Max was pretty sure he shaved off a good 5 years of his life with that encounter.

In the back of his head, he was sure that no, he wasn’t being followed, but after years of doing the whole powering up gig and being chased down more times than he cared to count, Max just could never escape that lingering nap to walk fatser, move quicker, keep looking over his shoulder. Thing was, so late, with fog rolling in, it made everything so much worse, and he hated it. Normal, summer evening? Nice. No fog. Warm air, cool breeze, maybe a bit more bugs but hey, he could see past 50 ft. Now, in the thick of fall, the fog cut off his distance vision which wasn’t that great to start with, and while sure, bugs no longer existed to drain his blood and leave him with their version of itchy love bites, it was cold and damp feeling. The crispness only lasting until the sun went down then it was like god demanded everything get slightly damp just enough to make a person uncomfortable. Well, good job god, Max was.

Shaking out his coat to try and fight back the chill, he stopped his pace just to check his phone. And something else clicked to a stop behind him. Or so he thought. Looking back, there was no one, yet the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, his fight or flight kicking in. It felt that meme of ‘making my way downtown, walking fast’ only to encounter something scary just to react with ‘WALKING FASTER’. His life was like the meme a joke but put into context perhaps not as funny as it had any right to be. Still, pocketing his phone, the off duty knight started walking a bit more briskly, which had nothing to do with the cold, and everything to do with getting home alive.
Or just before the cops saw him at any rate.