Title:           2
Author:          Hullfag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 6th of January 2016 05:04:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 6th of January 2016 05:04:52 PM CDT

Focusing on your nonsense, you didn't notice the unknown, unfriendly noises all around your back until they were dangerously close yo your right ear
Sharp noises and a terrible smell behind you. That presence lost no time to act, on a swift tackle it made a nasty, bleeding wound on your ear.
 
Your survival instincts react on the spot: you start running away as fast as you can, the adrenaline numbs the pain. You finally stumble and slide on your back to the cliff's base. You waste no time on getting up and run frenetically through the small valley covered in vegetation.
 
A few branches slap you on the face. Some of them feel like the made small cuts and bruises, others had some sort of pollen that leave some nasty mark on your skin. You are constantly stepping on small puddles, at this point you carry more mud than shoes on your feet
 
You stop for a second so you can use your senses properly. That horde of steps behind you and screeching are now gone
 
After the crazy marathon, you start feeling the effects of the energy outbursts: the pain starts returning, even sharper and specially on your leg. You tumble down, but even on that resting position, you can hardly breathe, your throat rasping like it was skinned.
 
The land you're resting on is, a muddy pit of filth. Cursing all the way up, you look for a safe place to rest, where the filth, small insects and rabid beasts can't find you
 
You laugh for a moment, or at least you would if you had any breath left. You find it funny on your mind, that you can easily use every curse you have on your mind, but when you try to visualize your brother's face you just get a headache
 
Surprisingly, shortly after you start your search, you find a small wooden contraption: you can barely see what it is through the dark, but it is some kind of box anchored to the ground with beams. You waste no time to enter through an aperture, and lay to rest