The Phantom Arising(Watty's 2018)

We were doomed. Doomed from the start, really, I thought as I ran through the jungle, trees whipping me in the face. We had always had it coming. We had tried to hide our dirtiest secrets. The way he had come so far, how we had come to live here. Those were the things that ultimately brought our downfall. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me and mentally pushed myself to run faster. Suddenly, the ground came rushing toward my face. A root; I had tripped on a root. They were coming. I scrambled to my hands and knees and tried to keep crawling. I crawled forward a few feet before I came face to face with someone's legs. I heard cruel laughing and closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come. I heard the knife being removed from its sheath. I was going to die.