I'm running. I don't know where I'm running to, I'm just running. The sky darkens. I get deeper into the forest, my vision darkening as I run. I can't think anymore, I just know I have to run from them. I push the thorns and branches away from my face, although that doesn't help. I have cuts all down my arms and legs, stinging, bleeding. My lungs burn, gasping for more air. I look behind me, I don't see them anymore, just trees that stretch out for miles. I stop. I lean up against a tree my hands on my knees. My chest hurts, and it feels like my lungs are on fire. I breath heavily, trying to calm down and think, but I can't. I hear something. I crane my head to the left. I hear a twig break, and loud feet coming closer. I sit up and start running again. The desire to stay alive, awake and away from them are so strong but I can't. Can't think. Or do anything. I gasp, realizing I tripped over an uprooted tree and slam to the ground. I can hear them. I Can't think. Can't move. I look up at the sky, and close my eyes.
I'm everything. I'm nothing. I'm finished. They come up to me, there hands clenched into fists. That's where it ended.
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Chosen
AdventureWe get rid of them, we destroy them, kill them. They are the chosen, and they must die. We will be the last ones, we will become victorious. They torture us, hurt us. But we are fighting back, strong and powerful. We are one. We fight together or...
