Had to move these because of frustrated readers, so they're on their own now. Don't really have much else to say other than I don't own them.
His panting breath came out in mist that manifested before him. He was stumbling over roots and shrubs, eyes straining against the darkness that stretched on around him. His breathing became more panicked and his running more frantic with each loud rumble that rang through the trees. Hot, putrid breath encroached on the back of his neck. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated in fear. He willed his legs to move faster, take longer strides, leaning forward for momentum until the toe of his pointed boot caught on a root and his body slammed into the ground. Quivering, he rolled over and looked up into the face of—well, he didn't have time to see it, because it was very dark…and also somebody grabbed his collar and dragged him into the ground, which was really a trap door into a secret bunker that he had no previous conception of until right then.
After regaining his composure, he looked around and saw metal wires running through the ceiling and strange unintelligible sketches on the walls.
"Shouldn't be out in the forest this late. It's dangerous to be out in the forest this late."
"Thanks for saving me."
"You were being chased out there."
"Yes, I thought I was a goner." He noticed how war, when being fought, was very violent. That he noticed at that moment. He was thinking of his brother… He also noticed how warm it was in the bunker, and also how typos make things more detached from the story at hand. He looked around to find the source of the warmth, and saw a fire, which was also the primary source of light.
"You should probably put that fire out. Your furniture is almost charcoal."
"It's okay, we're in a metal bunker."
"Doesn't that make it more like an oven?"
"It's dangerous to be out in the forest this late."
He took that as a reasonable answer, and dropped the subject completely.
"Hungry?"
"Inconceivably."
"Have some soup. It's bear soup."
He took the soup ravenously, yet graciously at the same time. The scarred and bearded man marveled at his guest's paradoxical behavior. And then the latter fell into a deep and restful sleep. He had been running a long time.