I'm running for my life, but I know, without any sort of doubt, I will not survive this encounter. I knew this day, this moment, was coming, but I never imagined it would happen so soon.I can hear my pursuer drawing closer, and can only imagine the grim smile of satisfaction he must be wearing.
My surroundings fly past me in one long blur; I have no idea where I actually am now. The only thing I can feel are branches and undergrowth scratching at me as I run. I must be in some kind of forest somewhere, but how I got here, I'm not sure. If I wasn't so terrified, I would have rolled my eyes at the typicality of my surroundings. What was this, a cheap horror movie? If Mark were here, we would be laughing and cracking all kinds of jokes. But he isn't here, and I have to keep moving.
All I can see is what's right in front of me, and I can just make out a rundown stone shack through the leaves and branches ahead of me. I'm