Lost & Found (TMR)

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Don't piss your pants, calm down. No one's ever lived to tell about a Griever, but whatever. You're not going to die tonight, you've got weapons in your backpack, I thought.

At once I got out a dagger of my bag, I should at least try to defend myself.

The sound was very distant, but I could hear it clearly. There were also some moans and growls, it was scary. And again, I ran as fast as my feet would carry me. I had no idea where to run, I could land straight in the Grievers arms or legs or whatever it had.

My speed didn't slow down for about ten minutes. I tried to breathe regularly and fell into a jog. I gained strength very slowly again. The water bottle in my backpack was almost empty and I just hoped I would make it back to the Glade.

The Griever sounds had stopped for some time, but then they came back, louder. After a look on my wrist I knew that I had to hurry up. I wanted to run faster, just as I felt something dripping on my shoe. It was some sort of a slimy liquid.

Yuck, I thought and looked up to see where it came from.

I almost screamed out loud as I saw it.

Something, half creature, half machine, was holding itself against the wall, maybe ten feet above me. It had eight metal arms which looked like those of a spider, but its body was one big lump of slime and flesh. No eyes were visible, but each arm had a weapon attached to it. A knife, something what looked like a very big needle, a claw, a circular saw and a few other instruments, but each and every of them looked absolutely lethal. And the smell.

It was awful, terrible, horrifying. I doubt that I had ever seen something remotely as disgustung as that... thing.

That's a Griever.

Now I understand why nobody's ever lived after being attacked by one, I thought.

I sprinted off. There had to be a way of making it. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the dagger in my hand. The Griever jumped down to the ground, making it quake a bit, and started chasing me.

For a few minutes it ran like that behind me, but then it sped up. Like it wanted me to lose my strength at first and then kill me. I had the feeling that I could feel its breath on my back. I ran for my life, but the Griever was faster.

It stretched out its claw and gripped my body with it. 

That's it. I'm gonna die. 

I struggled and tried to escape the tight grip, but it didn't work. The Griever caught me.