It’s only by the grace of god my thick skull doesn’t crack like a walnut. Though it would serve me right. Tonight I was the textbook definition of fuck up. I had no one to blame but myself. Someone set me up. They knew just how to get to me and I blindly jumped into their trap. But I can kick myself in the ass later. Right now I need to survive. As soon as the ground levels out, I roll to my feet. It takes me less than a second to regain my orientation then I continue my mad dash through these unforgiving woods. Howls reverberate behind me like Mother Nature’s sick way of ringing the dinner bell and the joke is I can’t run far enough or fast enough away to avoid being the feast. Forest’s end is still a good mile away and even in the unlikely event I make it that far, the open fields that act as a buffer between these monsters and civilization would make me as easy to catch as a fish in a bowl. I run through the first grade math in my head. Six of them against one of me equals I ain’t gonna make it out of here alive.
