Running out of time.

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I reach for my dagger but it's nowhere to be seen.
I frantically search on the ground panic taking over.
The shadow is getting closer and I'm running out of time.
I finally find my dagger a few steps away, I dive for it scraping my elbows on the way.
I swing around pointing it straight at the shadow which is now only a few feet away.
With all my might I throw the dagger at the shadow, only to find out it flies cleanly through the dark figure not leaving a mark.
Fuck.
I start to crawl away, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Fear is all I feel.
I jump up and break into a run not wanting to give up just yet.
A run a few feet not looking where I was running and tripping on a tree root.
My knee is stinging and pouring with blood.
I look up to see the black shadow towering over me.
My heart stops.

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