Tears streaked down my face as I ran. Each tear burned into my skin, leaving a mark and a memory of what I was., I could taste the tangy salt with every drop from my cheeks. All I could think of was running and not stopping, running and not stopping, running and not stopping...
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I woke abrupty from a horrible sleep, thrashing my arms and legs around as i felt my surroundings. My back ached, and I felt something squishy underneath my hands. I was in desperate pain too. I could tell my face and hands had been gashed by something, and both my legs and arms were bruised.
As the blur cleared from my weary eyes, I scanned around me. I had fallen asleep in a forest by the side of the road. Wonderful.
As it turns out, I deduced that I had collapsed from exhaustion whilst running on adrenaline. Once that was gone, I passed out. It was just my luck that I had fallen down into a slight ditch by the road, and in my tumble I had gashed my hands and face on various tree branches. The blood was still fairly fresh, as if I had been bleeding out all night. How long had I slept? And truthfully, I had no idea where I was.
I stood up but immediately collapsed into the squishy stuff that of course turned out to be mud. Go figure. If I had to land in anything, it had to be mud. I assesed the poor conditions of my legs. It felt like one was sprained, and they both just ached too much for me to deal with right now. So, I decided to sit and wait. Maybe if I felt a little better, I could walk then.
