I would have thrown myself down, surrendered in abject misery were it not for the sensation I felt on my back.
At first, a scrape, as a fleshless reach barely made contact with me. Next, a firmer touch, colder, the ends of limbs, gripping. My shirt tightened across my chest - but I pulled free! After, the agonied ripping of skin as cold bone slashed hard down my spine.
Somehow my legs responded, finding new strength and, blindly racing, I felt myself bounce off one tree, then another. I tripped and staggered many more times before falling sobbing into sodden undergrowth.