Ten. 

I have to get to it before it's too late. 

I dash down the steps as quickly as I can.

Nine. 

They're following me like ravenous wolves- right on my heels as if they want to nip them to stop me.

Eight. 

There's some furniture in my way. 

I can't let anything get in my way.

Seven. 

I leap over the furniture, almost escaping from my pursuers. 

Six. 

I run down a long hall, and glance back behind me. 

They're still following me.

Five. 

My  bare feet pound against the wood flooring. 

Four.

"You'll never catch me, suckers!" I yell. 

Three. 

I skid into another room, nearly running into something, but I make a quick recovery.

Two. 

Almost there.

I have to get there. I have to get to it. Ihavetogetoithavetogettoitihavetogettoit...

One.

I pop the microwave open.

And I whisk my spicy hot wings out before it can even beep.