I ran. I didn't look behind me, I just ran. I heard footsteps behind me. On the left, then on the right, then on the left again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Where the hell is that tree?
The tree with the cross carved in its trunk.
I stopped for just a second to look around, spotting the tree after a couple of seconds. Fifty steps. One, two, three.
I started to run again. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. My feet hurt and my surroundings seemed to sway to the rhythm of my running.
Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight. I stopped, fell to my knees.
"You're late," he said, wiping the blood from his nose with his sleeve.
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