The Chase is on!

>I try to pass the person that falled so I can have a bit more of time
>Then I begin to pick up the backpack contents. Wrap the rope around me, use the surgical mask and check if the notebook has any content
>If don't, I throw away the backpack, notebook and the torch and if does, just the backpack and torch
>keep the pen as a weapon
The less weight I have in my back, faster I go!

You easily pass the person that's fallen over and unconcious, The figure will probably slack off and eat it if push comes to shove. After Wrapping the rope around you, you put on the surgical mask and hurridly look through the notebook. There's one page with a bunch of numbers on and some others have writing on it. You throw away the backpack and torch and stuff the notebook under your arm as you continue running, pen in your dominant hand's side's pocket if you need a quick weapon. Your now at almost matching speed with the person who threw the rock. The figure is gaining on the two of you. The other one falls behind a little but you don't turn back and keep on running.

Looks like The figure ignored the person on the floor though.

Wait, so we’re the people running? Nice!

> I need to put some distance between me and the figure, so i attempt to run to the front of the group.
> Shine the torch at the shadowy figure, in an attempt to either slow them down by getting light in their eyes or expose who they are.
> If my torch attempt succeeds, try and help the fallen person.
> Make sadistic joke.

You reach down and pick up the torch the other person dropped, backpack still clunking on your back. If you remember correctly, you own a torch yourself, so you don't know why you didn't get your own out. You fall behind the person who soon began running alongside you and feel a hand almost grab onto your backpack strap. That was close! In retaliation, you flash the light in the figures eyes. They stumble back, yet don't fall over. You try to help the fallen person but their body starts disintergrate and soon becomes thin air. You continue running as the figure starts to come back to it's senses. There are two people in front of you, one closer while the other one further. You throw a joke over your shoulder at the pursuer. Something about an Italian Chef and PASTA-ING away.

three eyes in the sky huh. sounds like a wild night at jeff goldblums. I know whats coming next, been here before done that. I know all your moves. Let me tell you this, you aren't chasing me, no.

I'm chasing you.

The eyes look as if they shake their metaphorical head and a set of bus-sized judgement scales soon appear before you on one side, there is a red door, while the other side, there is a blue door. The scales are balanced for now but the eyes look down expectingly at you. They seem to be giving you a choice of some sorts.