Rain fell like shards of ice from the midnight-black skies above. A freezing wind cold enough to make anyone want to live in Death Valley blew harshly across my face. Branches whipped my face as I ran.
As I ran…. I was running from something. Something dark. I couldn't see it, but I felt it's joy. It's joy in playing with it's prey. I could feel it's malice too, like icy fingers slowly wrapping around my neck and suffocating me.
I kept on running through this shadowed forest, a growing sense of dread crept up my spine. I tried stifling it, but it only grew stronger.
I willed my tiring legs to move faster, but they only got slower.
A screeching roar echoed across the woods from behind me. In surprise and sheer terror, I scrabbled across the roots and bushes faster.
A stream-or rather a river roared nearby. The already wet ground beneath me started flooding. Ignoring the sucking sounds my feet made each time I took a step, I kept going.
Lightning flashed overhead followed by thunder. Startled, I tripped on a large root. I fell face-first into a puddle. Fear and pain shot through me. Shivering, I tried standing up.
Time seemed to slow down. I saw it stalking towards me, hunger and twisted glee shining in it's eyes. I raised my arm as it lunged towards me, mouth open, full of rows of razor sharp, gleaming teeth. I braced myself as everything went dark.