I stubbled through the vine plagued forest. Trees stab this skyline, a trail of blue blood soaks each cloud. My thoughts run wildly as two legs try to keep pace. It’s past midnight, but sky is day. Fumbling limbs and aching feet, these moments could be the death of me.

“Oh hell.”

Gargled sounds revirbarated behind, bouncing off of pines. Screaming, running, tumbling, tripping. Must reach base.

Then it will all be normal.

More screams, but now it’s no familiar voice. Sirens sound everywhere. That only makes him angrier.

Couldn’t try anything. Out of options.

Last life over.

Sweet death envelops.