Oh how I ran! If I could but reach the forest perhaps I would be safe, and my legs pounded harder and harder, but the trees' shelter receded rather than neared. The frequent sounds of decaying flesh slapping the earth revealed more than just Helega sought me. Guttural cries scabbed the air: death scrabbled after me in a melee of stench and rotting carcasses.
I almost tripped once, then once again, but somehow regained my balance. My muscles hurt as if they were being torn from me, my chest burned with fire and my vision blurred with tears and fear.