• I couldn't keep running like this. Through the woods. Through the cold. The air bit into my skin, seeping in like cold river water. My breath in my lungs was on fire but froze when it left my lips. My legs were growing heavier and heavier, exhaustion pulling at me. I couldn't keep this up.

    I couldn't keep running like this.
    Suddenly, the forest floor came up to me. I had fallen hard, over a dead, moss-covered log and several ferns. I rolled onto my back, my knee throbbing. Wincing and panting, I crawled back up to my feet, too tired to go on. I must've ran for miles. At least it seemed like that.
    I started to walk, slow but determined. If I wanted to get out free, I had to keep going.