It's funny how when you are facing imminent death, everything else seems to snap into perspective.
Take right now for instance.
I was running. Not caring if the branches of the dead winter trees were turning my arms into ribbons.
The fact that my feet were bloodier than the time I put my tooth through my lip. I could deal.
My lungs screaming for air. Not a problem.
The problem was the beast I was running from. A large wolf like creature, a creature I have never seen before.
It could stand on both hind legs, leaving its height about 6 foot tall. Long snout, that is full of 3 inch long teeth.
That was all I could get before I ran. I knew I could easily out run a man, I have done it before. But, I was uncertain about this creature. I turned to see if it was still there.
It wasn't.