On a dark, dreary night, with only a little light penetrating the dark veil of the sky, a man left home.  He heard a large CRACK, and something went flying away from him from behind.  He was frightened by the noise, and took off at a dead run to the right.
Every now and then, he would look behind him to see if anyone was following.  There was a dark figure, swiftly running behind him.  To lose the figure, he gracefully turned to the left, and ran some more.
        Eventually the figure slowed its pace, and faded back into the gloom of the night.  As the man stopped, he heard a blood-curdling scream.  His stomach lurched, and he crouched down to catch his breath.
        He straightened up after a moment, and looked towards the sky.  At a rapid pace, an object came hurtling at the man, silhouetted against the night sky.  The man stood his ground as the object whizzed by, missing him by only an inch.  The object crashed down beside him, sending the man running to the left, being pursed by yet another shadowy figure unknown to him.
        After a few moments of running, a dark figure appeared before the man.  He was trapped, yet kept running towards the figure in front of him.  Just before he ran into the figure, he turned to the left, once again.
        Moments passed, and as he kept running, the figure kept following.  Now, up ahead, two figures!  The man dove to get by them, and one of them screamed--SAFE!  The crowd erupted into cheers as the man’s team swarmed around him.