Disclaimer: I don't own furuba, savvy?
The Flight
How long have I been running? I don't even remember why I'm running. All I know is that I have to get away. That I have to escape from the ominous presence at my back. I run and run. One foot in front of the other.
It's raining. When did it start? I don't know. My clothes are sticking to my skin. The pressure is bearing down on me like a thick blanket, smothering me, making my breathing difficult. I slip once. Twice. Water is splashing all around me. I can no long see the sky it is so dark.
I'm in a forest. Tree branches smack my face. It stings, but it is good. It reminds me that I am still alive. The undergrowth grasps at my feet, pulling me to the ground once more. I'm so tired. I want to give up; I know I can't though. The presence will discover me. It will drain every last bit of my strength until I cannot keep my heart beating. I run.
Where am I? I don't seem to remember much. Nothing. My mind is a blank canvas. I don't even know who I am anymore. Run and run. Never stopping, never resting. My life means so much to me. Is there any others out there? Falling once more, only this time into a puddle of mud. It coats my face and clothes, gluing my eyes and nostrils shut. I reach up and attempt to clean it off. I'm shaking so hard I barely manage it.
I need shelter. If I don't get out of the rain soon I will surely get sick. I can already feel the welcoming arms of sleep beckoning to me. It is hard. So hard not to give in. I scramble towards a tree and wait. I know that if I don't move soon I will be caught and punished. What have I done wrong? Why me?
Why…do I…even…bo…ther?