Runaway (choose your own adventure

chapter twelve - the weakened woods

There was no way I could go to town. Going to a place full of white people would be just the same as giving up to the riders. I tore a piece of cloth off of my shirt, then I ripped the arrow out of my leg. Pain flew around my body. I bit my lip in pain and wrapped the rag around my leg like a bandage. The flow of blood slowed, as I wrapped it as tight as I could. Then I tied it and continued on limping through the forest. All of time itself seemed to take longer and my fatigue started to gain quicker. Night fell not in hours but within days of my perspective. I used the trees as something other than my leg to step with until I found a sturdy fallen branch, using it as a walking stick as an elderly person would. The pain didn't stop and I was constantly gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. But I swore to myself that I wouldn't give up. I swore to myself that the day I gave up would be the day I died. Although the only thought I had going through my mind was that it was a good day to die.

For an entire day, I had managed to keep moving, but the second day wasn't much better. It was even harder to walk, and I was constantly collapsing under my own weight, I had to take frequent rests because all my energy was currently put into trying not to faint in the pain. My mouth was as dry as a desert, I was unbearably thirsty. I also would spew up the little that I ate every couple of feet, my stomach churning round and round like a tornado, but I couldn't stop, the wheezing wouldn't stop me, the vomiting wouldn't stop me, I just had to keep going.

On the third day, it was hard to even get up. My leg was completely limp. Then I saw a flash of something, I looked up and saw my family. My mom, my dad, everyone. Then something approached me from behind. I looked back and saw a giant figure. Its face was contorted, the mouth hanging down to its feet, it was made of sticky ink stretched into spidery joints leading to forms resembling arms. I ran for my life. My leg dragging behind me. It wasn't just my unmovable leg that slowed me. It was as if the air itself was pulling me back into the grip of the thing. The trees swirled and swayed, turning purple and green then the turned and looked at me, all the same face of the monster. I ran and ran and ran. Never getting anywhere, I stayed in the same place. The icy inky hands wrapped around me... then blackness.

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