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*Crack* My eyes flew open. Remembering I was at the park made my mind run wild. 'Animals? Another person?... Murderer?' I refused to move, fear dwelling in my mind. 

*Rustle* My anxiety was going mad. I think the noise was getting closer. 'Act dead?' I thought 'Act dead.' confirmed. 

When I felt a hand on my shoulder there was no need to act dead, my anxiety over ruled me causing me to black out. 

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