I could barely look at the monster.

Now, everyone was running for their dear precious lives. I was too. The wind whipped my tangled hair. I haven’t washed or brushed my hair for days, I didn’t even set back a simple loose hair from my face, nothing, absolutely nothing. The strands of my hair don’t even look the gorgeous chocolatey brown it usually is— it’s more of a pasty, soulless gray from all the dust. Honestly, I’ve inhaled more dust than my hair has collected. I’m left with a nasty cough and a will to live, and I’m going to live.

I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead and splatter to my chin. And more sweat. And more. I’ve seriously never felt so worn out in my life. It feels like I’ve been running for days—which indeed I actually was. No food, no water, just running. My breaths sharp, eyes widened and filled with tears. I’m sore, I’m tired, but I want to survive another day.

My legs are almost giving out. My eyes filled with blur. Keep on going, I tell to myself. Keep on… Keep…

My eyes opened, and nothing was there anymore. “Sorry. Me made you scared,” the monster croaked. I slowly crawled backwards, terrified of the monster. But, he wasn’t so scary now. He came out of the dust and…he looked like a regular dinosaur. Just a random dino you would see in everyday life, am I right? He was a bit cute, to be completely honest. His pale, wrinkled skin looked much more vibrant once the dust disappeared. He was just a good ol’ guy.

Well, wasn’t that normal?