[ WP ] Your character is seconds away from death .

I traveled down the same beaten path that had taken me home for years. As always, pulling down that hill, almost 30 Mph, still sent shivers down my back. My legs spun fast as they could go, until I decided to coast the rest of this stretch. 
 *Damn bugs, * I wiped the splatters off my glasses. *You'd think by now they'd be smart enough to stay away from roads. * Underneath me, the hum of my thin tires against the rough concrete sent the whole bike quivering. *I should pull into the road a little, * I thought. *You never know what kind of glass and shit is on the sides. * I pulled, just barely, into the lane. *That's better, the hum is almost gone, too-* But it was n't. It was louder. A mechanical chugging sent shivers down my back- but not the shivers of excitement and exhilaration. Shivers of fear. 
 As I turned my head to look back, I saw the front end of a black suburban brush my back tire. My shoes ripped from the pedals, I slammed onto their window with enough force to crack open my helmet. *Glad that saved me, * I thought, foggily, as I slid off onto the unforgiving concrete.
