I run into the dreery woods. I see them chasing me-their only behind by a few simple yards. I run faster then I've ever run before-faster then them for I am younger. The venom has already begun to affect me. I am no longer human. I relize what I have become and it sickens me. I would have barfed were it possible. Humanity has been lost, life-or whatever its called now is no longer worth living. I'd kill myself, was it possible? I run for what seems like forever until I'm sure I've lost them. I stop to catch my breath only to remember there is no breath to catch.(CC) Attribution-NoDerivs