Time seemed to slowdown and speed up at the exact moment I tripped on the root. As time slowed down I had only one thought...Why me?...When time sped up I could feel the rocks digging into my face and hands as I tried to catch myself. As frustrating as this was, it only felt like a paper cut to the pain I have endured in the past.
I have to get up. I can't let them catch me.
But I was so tired! I had been sprinting nonstop for miles.
I don't think I can go much further.
Branches cracked in the distance, and yells were shot to partners. They were on my trail and they weren't far behind. With an aching body, I hauled myself off the ground. I couldn't run. I was too tired. I would only fall again and if that happened, there was no way I was getting back off the ground. There we only two choices: stand there, wait to be caught, and face a terrible death or find a hiding spot and try not to get caught.
Hiding is probably the best idea...
I scanned my surroundings. From the sounds of it, the men in black were spread out across the forest in order to cover more ground, and to make sure I didn't get passed them. There was only one option...Up...My eyes darted back and forth in search of a suitable try. One pine caught my eye and I started to hobble towards it as fast as I could. The bark cut into my already wounded hands. I bit my lip and climbed faster.
