8 – We Will All Die

Chesa's eyes were filled with terror

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Her lungs bursting and heart pounding beneath her chest, she ran blindly along the tree lined path, her wobbly knees boosted only by fear and adrenaline.

Creepy things were chasing her, and she didn’t dare look back as she ran deeper into the forest.

In and out, her breathing got heavier and more labored.

As the greenery denser, Chesa could feel her eyes strain to see the path, yet step by frantic step, she pushed onward, the screams of the attacked and dying seeming to come closer and closer.

On and on she ran, her knees buckling in exhaustion, causing her to trip several times over the thick vegetation covering the forest floor. Before her the twisting path started to narrow as it drew nearer to the cliff at the borders of the forest reserve. Blindly she pressed on. She could almost feel the hot breath of whatever that thing was that was chasing after her at her neck.

Her terrified brain driven by the single thought of seeing Dolly again.

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