I scanned for flesh. And there they scampered, hundreds of fresh souls, most wearing shorts and sneakers, others sporting camouflage and headbands.
They were nurses, accountants and college students. I chased them with fury — a cross-section of South Florida and beyond, flags tied around their waists, their wallets lighter for the delicious terror of being chased for 3.1 miles by the running dead.
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