I hear them screaming and running after me, getting closer. I speed up, doing my best to get away from them. It’s raining and I feel a thunderstorm approaching, it seems to be angry. Maybe at me or at those who are chasing me, I don’t know.
I come to a river and stop for a moment, it feels like it’s inviting me to jump in, and I do. Fortunately it is not too deep and I can walk to the other side. When I arrive there is suddenly a strong, fierce wind blowing through the trees. It’s as if the wind wants to blow them over, but the trees are fighting back. Then I hear them again, crying and screaming. They are hungry.
I run through the forest with its tall scary trees, deeper and deeper I go into the darkness. Even though it’s early in the morning, no light comes through the canopy over my head. The trees hover above me, whispering and telling me to move on. I don’t want to, but I don’t have a choice. I don’t want to end up as dinner.
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