Runner Tom
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Tom’s casual stroll shattered as a snarling stray lunged from the shadows, teeth bared. Survival became a desperate sprint—one misstep and those jaws would clamp down. The path ahead twisted with chaos: flocks of dive-bombing pigeons forced him to leap, while crawling spider clusters demanded he duck low. Every swipe of the screen meant life or agony—flick upward to vault over winged threats, slash downward to slide beneath skittering legs. Hesitation wasn’t an option. Speed blurred the world into a gauntlet of feathers and fangs. Outrun the barks. Outmaneuver the bites. One stumble, and the growls behind him would turn triumphant.
