It was evening already. From late autumn to early spring, when sun sets early, he didn’t have a chance to go running in daylight on weekdays, but he got used to jogging in the dark. All it took was to remember about wearing clothes with some reflective materials and using a head-mounted flashlight – to be seen and to be able to see.
His favorite jogging route led through slightly lit streets, so it was not bad at all. There was only one, a mile-long part of the track, which didn’t have streetlamps. There was a line of houses on the right hand side of the street and a strip of unoccupied land on the left. Having a run in this neighborhood in the dark, to the sounds of dogs barking somewhere in the distance could be a little scary, but nothing bad really ever happened and he just assumed that it never would.
This time it turned out a bit different. At certain point of his run, more less in the middle of “the dark part” he realized a car’s headlight following him. He shifted more to the side of the road and waived at the driver to pass him, but the car maintained a steady pace, maybe ten feet behind him.