Prologue

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 I can hear the leaves rustling. I run faster, harder. I hear the sound of a twig snap. My legs burn. The birds had stopped chirping long ago, as if silencing themselves to be able to watch the show they have front row seats to: my death. I hear a whirring sound and then a, "THONK." Looking to my left, I see the handle of a blade sticking out from a tree, just barely missing my head. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Then it hits me; I may die here. Gasps of nonexistent air rack my body as I realize that I'm alone. Utterly and entirely alone. 

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