XVIII
Run!
you command yourself, ripping your gaze off the egg.
You spin around and start tearing off
into the jungle as fast as you can. Thin
branches and leaves get rushed into your face.
Thorns jab into your skin. But
none of that matters to you anymore.
Behind you, twigs and leaves get
pounded into the ground nonstop. The
monster is picking up pace; it’ll soon catch up to you!
Out of the blue, a thick branch
smashes into your face, knocking you backwards onto the ground.