I'm worried that people will follow me as I run to the woods. After whatever I have done so far, I'm exhausted. I may have been a good fighter when I blacked out. But that didn't make me indestructible. I sustained some pretty serious injuries that sap my strength more with each passing second.
I won’t survive if someone comes after me now. I might be able to fight them off for a little while, but I won't be able to keep it up for long. I'm too exhausted. I'm in too much pain.
For a while, I don't dare look back though. I'm too scared that someone could be following me, and I don’t want to face certain death. I know I'm dead anyway, so it doesn't even matter. Right now, all that matters is running.
So, I keep running. I rely on the wind to carry me. The forest gives me strength. The tr
