He was sure somepony was behind him. But he couldn't look back. He just had to keep on running. So he did. He galloped for miles and miles. He didn't stop until he couldn't run any longer. By then, he was fairly certain that whoever was following him was gone. Still, there was no time to lose. He couldn't run, but walking was still a possibility. So he trudged onward. He kept moving until he lost track of time. No food... No water... Not even a rest. Every step of the way, his hooves screamed out in pain until, finally, his fatigue caught up with him. He had no clue where he was and he was too tired to tell. Everything seemed like a blur to him. He fell to the ground. Where ever he was, he was losing conciousness... And if somepony didn't find him soon... This was the end.