I ran as fast as I could, my legs burning with exhaustion and my breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
To me, the forest seemed never-ending, like a maze of trees and shadows that could shallow me entirely.
I felt my speed dropping with every step, my body reaching its limit.
I needed to find someone—I couldn't defeat this thing alone.
"I have to... find someone," I panted. "Anybody here? Any hunters? Anybody? Answer me!"
Desperation clawed at me. In the heat of survival, my biggest weapon—my brain—was running on empty. I couldn't blame it, though. I'd been running for so long that rational thought had all but fled my mind. The only thing I could focus on was survival. I needed to survive.
For some reason, the monster kept letting me run, as if it knew I couldn't win or escape.
It was taking me lightly, no... Too lightly, toying with me.
But what could I do with it taking me lightly anyway?
I had no weapons or anything with me, and most importantly...
