By now, people were getting used to running for their lives.

And many couldn't run for their lives, because they were already dead.

Some of the men had run for their lives by now.

In the end all I could do was run for my life.

He knew the way, and was running for his life.

He seemed to be ready to run for his life.

I had to run for my life, while good men and women died to buy me time.

There was nothing we could do but run for our lives.

I told her that we were going to run for our lives.

But that's what he and the two Americans looked like they were doing, running for their lives.