He wrapped the jacket tighter to his body as the cold wind blew relentlessly on him. It did not help that the bicycle he rode was old and rusty nor did the steepness of the road make it easier to ride. He desperately wanted to stop, his aching knees encouraged him to, but he knew that stopping meant death.
He pedaled on and soon he approached the well. The well was not his destination but it was a emcouragement; he was close. All he had to do was maintain his pace and he would be within the city walls, safe from the Ukuluku. The Ukuluku were fierce but not even they could penetrate the walls.
He sped past the well and he could see the lights at the gate. The guards never slept and all he would have to do was shout, they recognized his voice. Somewhere in the dark he heard the growl of the Ukuluku and he pedaled faster.
Then suddenly the pedals came easy, they seemed to run faster than his legs. He kept his eyes on the gate but the harder he pedaled, the slower the bicycle went. He looked down at the pedals and his lips trembled; the chain had come off.
He had fixed the bicycle chain several times, but never with the Ukuluku after him. He looked behind him, they were already in sight. He looked back at the gate, he could make it!
He threw the bicycle aside and ran!
He was fast but the Ukuluku were faster. His heart pumped and his nostril flared, he ran! He was close to the gate now, he opened his mouth to shout; there were no guards! The growls were closer, they were right behind him.
He ran, with all his strength, he ran. As he got closer to the gate, he saw a little light coming through it, the gate was open! The Ukuluku were on him, he could feel their hot breath on his neck, but he was close. Three seconds and he would be inside the walls.
He got to the gate and reached for the handle then suddenly he was up in the air. He screamed as he crashed towards the ground, towards the Ukuluku.
It went dark!
“Get up Sam.” A voice called to him.
He looked up and saw his mother. He had been dreaming!