I swallow hard as cold sweat runs down my back, I feel it dripping from my temples. My lungs are about to burst and collapse for air. My throat is swelled that I'm cursed to breathe in uneven patterns. I hear my heart beat as the blood rushes past my eardrums.
I can only pray he's alive. I hear snapping and crunching of bone and rips tissue. I close my eyes and press my back against the vines that shield me.
Closer I hear the soft soil pressing down into earth. It's coming. Twigs snap under its weight, the air seems to boil around its skin. It's breathing is quiet and shallow.
It's stomach constantly empty. Hungry for blood. I tense, nothing, I hear nothing. I dare not to even breathe. I fear, I wait, my lungs fail to expand, and fingertips loose all feeling.
A scream so loud makes my blood boil. Once again my legs take off. My throat is raspy as I attempt to breathe. Each breath of air makes my lungs collapse into themselves.
If only I could die. I would get out of this mess. I would have never have seen the bloody horror, or smelled death, and started into eyes of the severed heads that was once connected to a torso.
BAM my head cracks against a rock. I look forward to the blurred figure. The curls above his head spun out in different directions. He cupped his forehead I mirrored him. I bump resides above my hairline.
His eyes grew wide as he snatched my wrist and ran. I barely had time to keep up. I stumbled and scrapped my arms and ankles desperately trying to keep up with him. He's all I have left.
He's seen death, smelled the foulness and tasted the bitter medicine him and I had to choke down. Now both of us could only run for our lives. No place to run. It's always following us. It's a sensation we had lasted this long.
"What is it?"
"I don't know."
"It's been a few hours hasn't it?"
"No no, we would have collapsed by now if it's that long."
"There's no way its only been minutes.."
Silence falls, I could hear nothing but the wind brushing against the branches. We slowly stand, afraid to disturb the peace.
"What happened where is it?"
Then an iron grip latched onto my wrist. Cutting off all of any circulation. The pain was immense I fell to my knees struggling to pry his hand off me. He wouldn't move. I looked up to his glass eyes, a thick glaze had layered on them. He glued his eyes on the breathing behind me.
Everything is still, his right grip, his eyes frozen, his entire body petrified. My body goes into shock. It's skin boiling the air around it. The heat rising as it breathed, like hot air off a stove. It's behind me I know it. All is quiet we are at a stand off, none of us daring to move.
I watched him as he is unnaturally turns cold and the blood drains from his face. I only hear him gasp as it launches on him. Blurred black and grey colors fly over my head dirt and dust fly in the air. I rub my eyes desperate to see him. I hear his whimpers and struggles as he tries to get away.
I blink away the dirt in my eyes, my gut pulls inward all my strength to shove him out certain death. The black figure comes down on me. Dirt once again flies into the air I cough and struggle to breathe through the cloud of thick dust.
My body begins to shake my eyes are wide open. I can see nothing, everything is a blur. The forest disappears into blended colors. The figure wraps itself around my arms and legs. It pins be down to the ground. I'm useless, no line of defense, no use in fighting it.
My breathing increases each breath is both short or too much. My head becomes light and full of air. A searing burning pain shoots down my back and heat takes an elevator ride from my stomach to my throat. My muscles tighten, eyes grow wider, I dig my nails into the soil. My vision goes black.
