I had already been running for way too long. Over rocks and streams, around trees, it didn't seem to matter. The maze of the landscape seemed perfectly clear to me as I forced myself through the forest.

The only things I knew for sure were that I had to get away from this thing and that the only advantage I had was my familiarity of the land.

The beast was definitely faster than me. And hungry. Those two things together weren't making things look good at all.

Why did I have to go into its territory and steal food? Why couldn't I be happy with the nuts and berries on my own land? Meat was scarce and delicious. But it wasn't worth all this.

I'd been foolish. Instead of grabbing a little and getting out I went the selfish route and tried to take an armload. I dropped something on the way out. I didn't think anything of it until I heard the beast get up and loud out a monstrous growl as it saw me start to run away.

In my panic I'd lost everything. Now I was just a hungry boy running for my life with none of the things that had caused my problem anyway.

I hit a rock wrong with my last step. Falling, landing on my back,it was done.

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kmh289 over 9 years ago

The detached tone is kind of interesting as the boy assesses his mistakes. It already sounds like an out of body experience, like he's looking down on his body and it's already all over. It's interesting to have that feeling and the last moment, it was done, capping it.

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