Monster ~ Writing Game Three

Pushing through the bushes, he clawed for breath as he tried not to look back. He needed to run. Run to not becoming that thing’s next meal.  Without sense of direction or thought of the possibilities of other dangers, he ran mindlessly to get away. Get as far away as possible. His feet were bare, his chest half exposed from a ripped shirt, and a big gash covered his lower back. At that moment, none of that mattered to him. The only thing that mattered was to keep moving forward and never to stop.

Behind him, leaves rustled and branches cracked. His breathing became more ragged and his throat started to become dry. In his chest, his heart pounded while sweat dripped down into his eyes and made it harder to see. Everything was so surreal to him. How had he ended up in this bizarre situation?? He didn’t belong here, he didn’t deserve this! 

He knew he wouldn’t be able to climb the trees and that it would be foolish to try. Without thinking further, he took a turn sideways in the hope that whatever was chasing him was too big to follow along immediately. Out of fear of slowing down, he dared not look back to see if the plan worked, but in the first seconds that followed his daring move, he heard the creature stop in its tracks. This was encouragement enough for him to keep going and eventually duck underneath some low hanging branches and hide for a moment. He leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. Every part of his body was in pain. His feet had been gashed open by rocks and branches on the ground and his legs were covered in little cuts as well as his face and arms. The worst was his lower back which still had blood prickling out of the wound and falling to the ground. 

In a moment of clearance, he took off the remainder of his shredded t-shirt and tied it around his waist in an effort to keep pressure on the wound for now.  His lungs were on fire, so much so, that even breathing. It frustrated him beyond words that he had been put in this situation. He was to be food for this monster and there was nothing he could do about it. Frustration washed over him because he was here and he knew he could not keep running forever. He never thought he would experience frustration in sighing, but he felt it now. 

He listened for the creature for a few moments, hoping that it might have given up the pursuit. To his horror, he heard movement once again, but this time much closer. He wanted to scream, but at the same time, he was to terrified that no sound came from his throat. And there it was. Suddenly, it came out of nowhere, too close for him to be able to outrun it.. He was frozen in his tracks the moment he saw the creature’s eyes: So dark and dead, it was as if he had been chased by Death itself!

Finally facing the creature, he knew it was over. He had no more ideas, no clever moves to get out of this one. He was done. He surrendered to his fate as a wall of razor sharp teeth came at him and swallowed him up..