I had been running.

How long? Who knows how long. All I knew was that something was chasing me. Some sort of figure. It made a terrifying sound and it made me *feel* like I had to run. I didn’t know where I was going or where this thing was taking me, but I knew it was nowhere good.

I felt myself fall onto the soggy grass that had been wet from the rain pouring down on me as I ran. As I fell, I reached my hand out in a desperate attempt to stop myself, but it didn’t work. I heard a crack below me and knew it was my wrist. I screamed in pain before fully falling onto the dampened earth.

I closed my eyes. Gently watching my life drift away. The figures loomed over my body as they picked me up and carried me away.