Chimon Tendo

Graham was still running, occasionally zigzaging left or right to dodge, trees,lamposts, people and sometimes cars.
How long had he been running? Hours it felt but was only 5mins. He slowed down as joined the busier streets. He checked the reflections in the shopfront windows but they had not followed.

Graham relaxed, as he began to blend in to the crowded pedestrian zone of the city.  His heart rate was relaxing and his senses came down of their heightened sensitivity. He found a gap between the shops and walked along the rows to Godstall lane, Duttons was heaving all the outside tables where taken. He pushed himself through the crowd. So he could get further up the lane. He touched a couple on the shoulders, “excuse me”
“sorry”
Someone tapped him on his waist. He was through the crowd, and he had reached the door way. To his right was an 3 bell intercom , the middle one had s faded symbol on it. Buzz .
As he popped the door open his left hip shot with pain. He staggered to the banister and hauled himself to the first half landing. He  tried to take the next step but he could not lift his leg. Reeling back he his head hit the wall, as he sank to the floor his life ebbing away from him and the bloodstain getting bigger….