You think getting someone's help was the best thing to do at the moment. The only way to get help was coming to the streets. You didn't know if people would notice you since you're 1 inch, but its worth trying you figured. You start to run towards the street, you made it out of the alley and can see people walking all over the place. You didn't know how to get someone's attention.
Without thinking, you run towards the middle of the street as you think people would have a greater chance of noticing you there. You make it to the middle and probably wasn't a good idea. Being on the middle was a bad idea since there are way more people there. You see gigantic shoes and feet stomping near you. You try your best evading them and running out of their way.
With all the energy wasted, you started to get tired and decided to head to safety. Since you've became slow, you haven't noticed an incoming feet in time, you were clearly on its path. "PLEASE DON'T STEP ON ME, IM HERE" shouting for help was the only thing you could think of and now cowering, waiting for your fate.
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