Fleeing through the woods you catch limb and cloth on branches as you bolt headlong into the forest, the lone creature on the ground lets out a whoop and you hear replies from the canopy above you. Running past branches and over rocks you feel a pull against your breast and look down to see a large gash in the cloth over your right tit and a light scratch welling with blood. Your flight continues for some time until you reach a clearing, the hill you saw from the edged of the woods stands before you and the sound of the creatures seems to have stopped. You know not where you are or which way the beach lays. Now all you can do is wander the woods alone and in peril.
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