Outnumbered Days

What would you do if you know that your days are numbered? What if there are ways for you to add your days so you could live longer? Would you risk everything so that your life is spared?

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Was that the sound of my heart hammering against my ribcage or was that the sound of my footsteps? I could feel my fear swallowing my whole being. No time to think, survival comes first. I looked around me trying to get a sense of where I am. Trees. Tall, towering trees. They looked like they were at least 300 years old. For a split second, I envied them. Envy to the fact that they call this forest home, whereas to me, it is a labyrinth I am trying my best to escape. My chest heaves upwards and downwards trying to pump more oxygen into my lungs.

Dried leaves and twigs crunched beneath our feet as we kept going. My senses heightened as more adrenaline coursed through my body. My eyes flickered from the compass clutched in my right hand to the winding path in front of us. Every once in a while, I wiped the beads of sweat trickling down my forehead which was clouding my vision.

We are not predators, we are the preys living our outnumbered days.