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"Hush," he says, pulling your body flush against his. Your breath hitches in your throat, and your heart pounds wildly in your chest, ready to crack through its skeletal cage and flee in utter terror, blood and vessels trailing behind it. Your eyes fix uncomfortably on the policeman's, searching for any sign of reassurance. His lips press together to stifle his breathing, his eyes strangely composed yet still wide and alert. As your fist curls in his jacket, you feel his pulse pounding through the fabric of his uniform and the leather of his bulletproof vest. Then, you hear them...once a distant echo, now steadily drawing nearer... Stomp.