Pass the Pen Challenge (Part 2)

I have to get away before...before They come.

Eric’s heart thudded in rhythm with his pounding feet as he scrambled over the rocks and ridges surrounding the work site.

“Where ya goin’?” Radcliff yelled after him.

No time, no time.

“I said, where do you think yer goin’?” Now he was angry, massive vein-crossed arms folded across his chest.

Eric didn’t look back but picked up his pace, stumbling and almost falling head-long down the rapidly increasing decline. Radcliff and the rest of the workers were swallowed up, though their shouts echoed after.

A quick glance at the sky confirmed that a storm was rolling in, its sickly green and purple clouds mocking his plight.

They can’t find me!

The first spattering of rain came, drops hissing as they landed on the dusty rocks. Eric frantically searched for cover. There--a small nook carved under a jagged overhang. He leaped the rest of the way to the bottom of the gulch just as lightning flashed across the sky.