• You run, but you can't. There is no one. The light turns to darkness and warmth turns to cold. You try to scream, but you can't. There is no one. You feel death approaching, but it never comes. There is no one. You still try, pushing harder against the ground with your legs. Franticly trying to escape, but you can't. There is no one. So you sit and wait in the silence of your madness.