I opened my eyes so suddenly, looking at every place, feeling the texture of the grass with my own hands – I don't know where am I.

My heart starts to bump really fast as I moved my eyes in the back of the tree. There was nothing I could see with my pure vision, but there was something I could sense. Something terrible.

Everything was so dark, so mysterious... I couldn't understand where am I and how did I even got here, but it felt like I was being controlled.

My body starts to shake continuously and I felt my throat getting more and more dry. I breath heavily, trying to figure out what was even happening to me. But there was no time.

I felt everything disappear right in front of my eyes, my feet couldn't even stand anymore, I had no strenght to fight, yet I still had to do something. I had to run.

I don't know why would I do that, however, I had to do it. It felt like an obligation, something that I had to do if I wanted to survive.

Even with my legs shaking I get up, a strong despair hits my chest and my breathing becomes labored – Am I really doing the right thing?

I move my feet – at least I try – to get out of there. I hear pieces of wood coming from the trees fall and shatter the ground, as if it were a last warning.

I run without stopping, without destination, without reason other than the desperation of staying there.

I had to escape.