Out of breath and thighs on fire, yet still you run, for the thing behind you continues its chase. You didn’t get a good look at it when it sprang from the trees, just a hulking, ragged shadow bounding toward you at an alarming rate. You ran, not daring to look back but you hear it behind you, crashing through the brush and gibbering with what you interpret as hunger, because the noises it makes sound thick and wet. You don’t know how long you can keep up this pace when suddenly ahead you see someone in a clearing. You shout for help, but as you get closer they turn and run, shrieking with fear. Something about their scream awakens an overwhelming urge within you. Fresh adrenaline bursts through your veins, and gradually you become aware that you have become the pursuant. As your claws and teeth rend their flesh, you have a hazy memory: You didn’t outrun the beast after all.

     

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