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SAMMIE'S POV.

The night had crawled in faster than I thought but would, at this point, I no longer saw Snowball but then I had lost track of him and his words the moment I began running faster and deeper into the wood.

I feel my throat burn with intense harshness and my belly growls just on cue, I did make the foolish mistake of not bringing either food or water,

Neither did I have breakfast before leaving earlier, I stop to with a halt, my arms above my head before rubbing them down from my temple and across my face.

The strong stink of sweat hits me as I realize how drenched my clothes are by now. The only thing that seems to be at ease is the wind which howls in a strange manner and blows against my skin calmly.

I bend slightly to reach out to my knees which had cuts and several bruises on them from the running and the leaves, shy spikes on trees and shrubs.

As well as a few mosquito bites, all these make me feel nauseous weak, and hopeless.

I feel a warmth on my cheek, it's my te