The Wolf Pt:4
Running..
As far as I can,
as fast as I can.
I'm trying to escape his grasp.
My feet cut the bruised from the forest floor.
I stumble
Loose branches cut into my legs leaving gashes.
Blood every where.
Can he smell me, have I just made this easier for him?
I hear movement beside me but it's gone in an instant.
Something quickly cuts in front blocking my path as I turn the other way
It is him..
Nothingness
trapped in my mind, my thoughts chasing away my consciousness
Colours swirl and mix
Where am I?
Blackness was the last thing I remember...
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