They were hunting him, and he needed to hide. He tried to fly, but they pulled out the choppers. He was running up the mountain, the smell of pine, and dust from the trail clogged his nose. The path was made of basic dirt, a cliff on his right, and a slope upwards on his left. He could see the choppers closing in on his position. He needed to act. A cave, hidden, on his left. He dove in and pushed the foliage back into position. The choppers flew past, and he breathed a small sigh of relief, and went deeper into the cave.
New smells. Pine, but kind of faint now. Stone dust, fungus, and damp were the new prevalents. He wandered in deeper, knowing that those who were following would continue searching for the next few days. He could no longer see, the natural light was completely eclipsed by the cave interior. He felt a shift in the air pressure, which told him that he was going from a confined tunnel to a larger tunnel, or maybe a room. Time to pull out a flashlight.
Click.
A beam of light.
A gleaming claw.
A shout, a roar.
A spray of warm blood.
Rushing wind.
Nothing?
It's hard to say what is going on when you are unconscious.
