I had learned at an early age that the key to evading a pursuit is to surrender to your fears. When death seems a certainty the body will respond with all manner of ingrained instincts, lending strength and speed normally beyond the reach of mere mortals.
It is the nature of hatred to find its mirror in those you hate.
True exhaustion is a treacherous thing; it lies to its victim, whispers promises it can’t keep, pretends danger doesn’t exist and all will be right with the world if you just lie here one more minute.