These webs are the most annoying kind of Berems that I have ever encountered in my whole life because no matter how far I ran or how hidden I was, they keep on chasing me until I was restless and out of breath.
If I can only see the spiders that are manipulating these irritating sticky strands of webs.
I would be so willing as to kill them.
As I looked back at the clearing, I can see multiple craters on the ground that are made during the assault of those webs. I didn't realize that they are also capable of doing that much damage.
Those forceful stabs are really dangerous and I need to be extra careful at avoiding them. I also got a short glimpse of where Gale is- who is no longer in the deathly grips of the enemy. Where in this goddamn fight is he?
My feet are no longer cooperating with my mind as if they developed their own. They keep on running, walking but didn't dare to stop, afraid of being caught. However, some things are bothering me. Why did Horvath or any other Locknis not here yet to end our lives if this is a trap for us? I wondered if this is one of their dirty games. Playing with us like a toy whenever they want to.
Fury and hatred surged through every vein in my body, waking my sleeping senses. For the first time, I stopped in my tracks and the webs hurriedly approach me, desperate to take a hold of me and I notice that they don't seem to be sticky anymore.
Instead, the strands looked like sharp needles under the setting sun.
My surroundings became silent for a moment as the wind swept the smoke away which made my vision clearer until whizzing sounds are heard. Webs emerged from nowhere and attacked me.
I slash the air with all my might, using all the energy I still have reserved in my overstrained body. Cutting the first wave of webs on my way, and shouting all the anger that was building up inside my chest.
"Fight me!" Another whizzing sound answered me and my face turned red due to the ignorance that I had received.
"Cowards!" I yelled again while I spun around to meet my coming company.
The stillness is now gone as multiple footsteps were heard in the distance, not so far from where I have been. They made the ground rumble under their soles and I know in an instant that those were Berems, an army of Berems to end my life.
Oh shit, what was I thinking when I came here without anyone to help me out? What could be the right path to take?
I scanned the trees around me to decide which path would be safer to take but I was trapped. There was no available exit for me to take because the webs were securely shielding the paths and I couldn't risk going near them because I know that they will come for me the moment they sense me.
The growling and stomping of feet are now closer, and louder. This is the reason why they have kept me busy with these stupid webs. An army was approaching and they can't afford to let me escape once again.
A shrill cry escaped my lips when webs suddenly cut into my skin, forming huge gashes on my left arm and thighs. The cut on my leg betrayed my balance and I was suddenly kneeling on the ground. Blood seeped out of my skin, drenching my clothes, and filled the air with a coppery stench.
"Dammit." I cursed under my breath.
My mind slows down from registering the events that are happening, giving the razor-sharp webs the advantage of wrapping themselves around me. They held me in place tightly, as if I could still outrun their deathly grip on me. The webs also pried my wounds open bigger and sent ripples of pain through my entire body.
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Survival Games
AventuraHow far can you run? How long can you hide, if you need to survive against the tragic reality of life? Some things are better left out on the road but I'm here to tell you my story. A story of sorrow and endless running. A story of impossibility as...