The night air freezes my exhaled breath as it leaves my lungs. I desperately try to catch my it, but there is no use. The physical exhaustion doesnât even compare to the fear I have. Trying to listen to my pursuer is difficult; I can only hear myself gasping for air. My heart is pounding so hard, it seems like it will burst out of my chest at any moment. My teeth and throat are now frozen as I stumble to the ground. The adrenaline in my body helps me get back onto my feet and I start to run again. It is practically pitch black in the forest; I strain my eyes peering into the thick darkness. The only thing that helps me through the thick tree branches is the reflection of light from the moon. It is unbelievably bright tonight, if I wasnât being hunted I would love to stop and appreciate the view, but right now all I focus on is planting my feet on the soft forest bed layered with snow. The blue light makes the shadows come alive. I donât know what is real or what is just a figment of my imagination. It is almost impossible sprinting and maneuvering through the trees without getting bushed whacked. I bring up my hands to protect my face from incoming branches and pine needles, but they still manage is slip through and whip my face, cutting into my frozen skin. The cold is the last thing on my mind now. The blood running down my face and hands makes my bones ache and burn. But I donât stop running.
The endless view of wide trees seems like a maze and any sort of safe haven is hard to find. The full moon shining down makes it appear safe and calm, but the sound of thumping paws hitting the snow jar me back to reality, reassuring me that my life is in danger. As I quickly glance over my shoulder, a protruding root snags my foot and sends me flying through the air. I make contact with my left shoulder on a nearby pine tree; I hear a distinctive snap, a sound only a broken bone would make. Pain doesnât set in until my body hits the fresh powder. Reaching up to assess the damage I hear my hunterâs steps coming closer and closer. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins; I barely feel my broken collar bone. Grasping my shoulder, I get to my feet and start running as fast as I possibly can. They must be close now. I look over my shoulder and see darkness in the midst of the trees; I start to think I am hallucinating. Disorientation, drowsiness and delirium are sensations I am feeling now, but I canât stop, I know they are watching me. Looking back a second time I see one. The two glowing eyes in the center of a dark figure thunder towards me. Its head is low to the ground, but it barely moves as its paws take large steps in the snow. It isnât alone, I spot two more, one on either side; it seemed like he was the leader of the pack. I turn my eyes forward determined to get away no matter what I was feeling all over. They are getting closer. I can hear them panting and growling deeply.
I see very few trees in the snow covered plain as I full on sprint into it. The reflection of the moon light on the snow allows me to see myself. I donât stop running, looking down I see blood dripping rather quickly from my upper body and my clothes are shredded. The snow is getting deeper and deeper and it pulls me down face first into it. My bodyâs exhaustion finally gets the better of me and I canât go any further. I make it to my knees and look up at the full moon for the last time. Admiring it for all its beauty, glowing brilliantly, highlighted by the black starry sky. My heart is slowing down and I feel light headed. The overpowering weight on my back hits me like a tidal wave and feel my face in snow again. My neck is warm and I feel fluid running down it, but I donât worry, for I am too debilitated. Pain starts to fade away as my vision slips into darkness.