I didn’t know how long I’d been running.Branches whipped against my arms, roots caught my feet, and every breath came in short, sharp bursts. My legs burned. My lungs ached. But I kept going-because stopping meant dying.The forest grew quieter with each desperate step I took, but my fear didn’t leave me. It clung to me, thick and choking, like the dried blood on my skin. Somewhere behind me, the sounds of fighting had faded. But their echoes still rang in my ears-growls, snarls, bones cracking. Screams.I stumbled. Again. My knees hit the earth with a dull thud, and I tasted dirt in my mouth.I couldn’t go any farther.Every inch of me hurt. My palms were scraped raw. Something sharp had slashed my thigh-I didn’t remember when. My body felt too heavy to move, like it was made of stone. The pain was everywhere-sharp, throbbing, dragging me down into darkness.I collapsed fully, face pressed against the damp earth, breath shallow. I couldn’t even cry anymore. All I could do was lie th
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