There is no escape… How could you, a feeble, weak-minded being think that your end could be avoidable? This is it, the last of the poor soul you possess. It would be better to welcome the curtains that are about to fall, but why? Why are your limbs moving without your consent?What could it possibly be? Is it your will to last that creates these movements? That doesn’t matter right now. The adrenaline has kicked in.

Suddenly, the pain in your foot has seeped away. The excruciating agony that went throughout your right arm had vanished. You only proceeded to jog(the adrenaline had proved advantageous) without taking a gaze at the thing that trailed behind you. You eventually gain a distance between you and it. Maybe the distance between the two of you was to blame, but you begin to feel a sense of rejoice.

The breeze fills your ears as you try to get away. Twigs and leaves crackle while the branches smack and scrape you. None of that is necessarily worthy of stopping you and potentially stopping your adrenaline rush. You push further into the thick bushes and trees. Something is gleaming in the distance ahead of you.

Huh? What is that? Is it a light? You wonder if you’ve finally reached a clearing. Maybe this is it, you’ll finally be free of this fever dream.You run as swiftly as you feel is humanly possible with your injuries worsening by the second. You were just about to reach the clearing, too bad there was a ground root that impeded your path.