Black.

That’s what I had seen a moment before. I wasn’t sure how long that moment had been, but now it was over. Fuzz came into my eyes as I tried to take in my surroundings.

Blurry.

Everything was blurry. I could not see.

I took a deep breath. Then another. And another.

My lungs ached. Why did they ache? Then I was gasping for breath.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here.

I need to go. But where? Where was I?

The fuzz in my vision started to fade away. Trees. That’s what I saw. Trees and trees stretching on for miles.

Why was I in a forest? I shouldn’t be.

Cold.

Snow covered the ground in every direction. The cold suddenly bit through my worn clothes. My shock had saved me from feeling it earlier. My arms were bare. I should not be outside. I need to go.

Run.

I need to run. I need to get away. Where am I?

A sharp pain rushed through my body as I tried to step forward in the thick, slushy snow.

Blood.

The ground below be was red.

Red with my blood.

My leg was torn and my arm had a huge gash right through the middle.

I needed to go. Get away.

I started. One foot in front of the other.

Faster.

Faster and faster.

Each step agony. Each step blurring my vision more and more.

Am I even walking straight? No. My foot hit the trunk of the tree.

Pain.

Fight through it. Keep on running. Keep on moving. Run.

Each step shattering my vision. Holding me back.

Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Footsteps were coming. They were coming. Who were they?

One step. Two step. Run. Run.

I ran.

Ran and ran. Pushing through the pain. Nothing in my sight.

Black.