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John's heart was racing as he ran through shadows that could be trees or rocks or people. It was darker than a lawyer's heart and he couldn't see a thing, he was running on pure instinct, swerving to avoid whatever obstacles he could detect, and colliding painfully with unseen objects whenever he couldn't. His lungs were burning, his legs felt like they were filled with molten lead, and a myriad of scratches and bruises from collisions with unknown items of various natures; sharp, pointy hard rough or otherwise pain inflicting.
He was well and truly lost, he had no idea how long he had been running or which direction the gate was, all he knew was that his best chance of escape was to keep moving and hope they were as blind as he was, which, considering he had eluded them so far, was not an unreasonable hope. While he was busy pondering the chances that he would get out of this situation, he collided with another shadow and 2was thrown off balance, tumbling down an unseen slope littered with rocks and gravel.
Oh god, what if it's a freaking cliff! The panicked thought came unbidden and threatened to stop his heart then and there. With a huge sigh of relief, he felt himself skid to a halt, never so glad to encounter a thorn bush in his life. It was to god damned dangerous to be running around in an unknown wilderness when you couldn't see a foot in front of you.
With a sigh of resignation, he determined to wait until dawn, if they had such a thing as dawn here, even if it meant spending the night getting familiar with some thorns. He had no doubt that the thorns were friendlier than his pursuers. He had been chased so many times that it was almost common place now, by enemy troops back on earth, Wraith, Genii and any other group that fancied a not-so-pleasant chat with lieutenant colonel Sheppard in the Pegasus galaxy. He didn't know what this particular group of bastards wanted, weapons, supplies, (he shuddered to think) food, or just plain old information, but they were willing to go through all the trouble to ambush him so they could get it.
Rolling over into an uneasy dose, he decided to wait it out until he could find a way off this rock, or until they found him. He fervently hoped it wasn't the latter.