039 POV Runs to a busy street 552

I keep running through the frozen night. My pace slowing as fatigue sets in. The stress of everything is catching up with me. My heart feels like it's about to explode. I have stomach cramps and my legs are made of marble. 

The rumble of an airplane descending to land comes from somewhere unseen overhead. The good news is it's much louder than it was when I first started toward the airport which means I'm running in the right direction. 

Suddenly, a sickness rises from my stomach. I stop and keel over as an immense pain cramps my abdomen. I try to vomit but nothing comes out. I dry wretch for a moment until the pain subsides enough for me to stand upright again.

I continue moving, walking at first, then jogging, slowly, picking up speed as my legs allow, which isn't as much as I'd like. I've hit a wall. I simply have no more reserves to draw upon.  

As I near the end of the street I hear a sound I haven't heard in awhile. Traffic. Not just the sound of one car, but the constant thrum of a myriad of vehicles. I hurry to the end of the street where I look left at the intersection. At the far end is a main arterial road of cars heading to and from the airport. It's busy, but not half as busy as it will be later in the day. In just a few hours time that flow will slow as it congests with more and more transiting travellers. 

I run toward the traffic, drawn to the safety of numbers. Soon the warehouses that line the street give way to a twenty foot tall wire fence that runs the circumference of the airport. I slow as I take in the vast expanse before me. The multiple airplane runways, the dozens of aircrafts of varying sizes. My attention is drawn to the roar of a plane's engines as it taxis to the start of its airstrip readying for take off. I stop and stare at the arrivals terminal. If I ran in a straight line I'd get there in a matter of minutes. But that would involve climbing the twenty foot fence then chancing my life across the runways. Even if I did manage to evade being hit by planes taking off and landing, I'd be sure to be arrested by airport police for such a vagrant act. Being on the wrong side of the law is the last thing I need right now. Even after I explained why I did it, that I was in a desperate rush to get to my daughter having just escaped being kidnapped by a police officer, odds are it would count against my good behaviour bond. My suspended sentence would be unsuspended and I'd face up to ten years inside. That's not something I can take a chance with.

I continue, heading toward the end of the street and that the constant flow of cars. Hopefully, someone will stop for me. Hopefully, someone will give me a ride to the airport.