Tom grabbed the axe and swung it as hard as he could. It connected with one's skull; making a cracking sound and sending it to the ground.
Then Tom turned and ran, crashing into bushes and thorns. They pierced his flesh.
He looked behind himself, and glimpsed the things running between the trees. He ran faster. Then pain ran through his body, forcing him to slow down.
He looked back again, and saw them jumping from tree to tree.
"THEY CAN CLIMB?!" He screamed in his mind.
The things were gaining on him; if he couldn't get to a "safe" area soon, he would most likely die.
Suddenly, a female thing fell in front of his face and lashed out at his eyes. Tom swerved sharply to the left, causing the woman to clasp only air in its hand-of-overgrown nails.
Mere milliseconds after turning, Tom's shoe slid on the loose earth. His leg came out from under him, and he crashed to the ground with a loud CRACK!
"Agh!" He moaned. Sitting up, he realized the crack was only a twig. He sighed with relief, until the female thing lunged at him.
He grabbed his axe from his side; angling it protectively in front of his face. It landed on his legs, slamming down on the axe. Tom shoved its dirty body to the dirt. He stood up and slammed the axe down on its face. Blood splattered onto the shrubbery. He put his foot on the body and yanked the axe out of the head. Blood covered the blade.
Tom turned and ran again, the two remaining things close behind him. Then a canyon appeared directly in front of him.
"HOLY CRAP!" He shouted as his feet sprung off of the ground. He flew over the gap and landed on the other side. The two things didn't, and they plummeted into the valley below.
Tom sat on his belly, gasping for breath. Several minutes later, he got to his knees.
Then the ground under him crumbled and fell into the canyon.
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Flight 203
ActionThomas Watkins had an everyday life. He had a good paying job, and a loving wife. Everything was great. Until his plane to China crashed on a deserted island. Or so he thought...
