You can’t waste any time, you bolt into the treeline, further and further away. Your brain only has one image in its head. A dagger, a bat or maybe a big stick but whatever you can find will be fine. Just something to kill or maim or just stop that thing.
You can feel your heart thumping, it feels like a rock trying to jump out of your chest. It hurts, it hurts a lot.
You stop and turn around, trying to catch your breath before you continue running.
Feeling like you may be in the clear, you collapse on the floor. Its soft. The dead leaves and mulch cushion your fall.
You stretch out your hand, feeling around for any large sticks.
No luck.
What a waste of energy.