I'm running. Faster than I ever had in my lifetime. I make multiple turns, hoping to find a clearing. My bare feet are aching as they crunch hundreds of twigs and broken leaves. I squint, and I can barely make out a faint light. There, a few meters away! A clearing! I can almost make it! The growling and snarls are getting closer. Wait, the clearing is a cliff!

I suddenly hault, my arms flailing. I slightly turn my head backwards, and there they are. Erasers. Drool dripping from their snouts, red bloodshot eyes, looking straight at me. I turn back to the cliff and jump.

I'm suddenly falling a few feet. FWAP! My 13 foot wingspan, spread across my back. That's right, you heard me. Wings. I can hear the Erasers cursing and growling, while I fly 50 feet up into the air. My heart is beating at 100 miles per hour. The Erasers are shooting at me now, bullets whipping at me. Crap! Where's my bow and arrow when you need them?!, I think to myself. I barely dodge the bullets and shrapnel, and before I can even breathe, one crashes into my thigh.