>You stammer out of the woods and run through several thorn bushes
>You don't give a shit, you're just happy to be out of the woods
>Although the things you saw will never leave you, you're safe
>Well at least safer, you still might succumb to infection from all the cuts
>You tired using leaves on it
>Fucking stupid idea, you had no clue what you where doing
>Now you're sick and weak
>You need to find civilization
 
>You begin to panic, you know you shouldn't, but what else can you do?
>You don't know if one of those fucking thing might come out of the woods and get you
>You can still hear the screeches, smell that awful fucking ozone smell
>You're not imagining it
>You hear rustling in the bushes
>Before it fully emerges you load you sling and whip an egg sized rock into it's face
>You hear bone crunch and it starts screaming in agony
>"Fuck, FUCK!"
It's calling for help
>You need to get out of here before more come, you're too weak for another brawl, and you know they won't make it quick
>You bolt straight away from the woods
>Though full of adrenaline you're running on fumes here, those fuckers never let you get sleep, they'd just taunt you.
>You make it about 400 yards from the treeline, then you see something strange
>It's a horse, no, it has wings, and a fucking horn
>It approaches you, slowly
>It's presence makes you feel warm, and safer
>It's hair is flowing even though the air is calm
>The creature walks up to you and sniffs you
>You can tell it's female
>You can tell by the eyes and face that this is no dumb animal
>Her coat is too clean and immaculate, her scent to fresh to be wild
>It seems concerned about you
>A loud screech pierces the soothing silence of the meadow
>The next thing you know you're hoisted up on the horse's back, and she takes off