Even as hard as Dani's legs pumped, the trees crawled past with nightmarish slowness. She might as well have crawled for all the progress she seemed to make. Her feet were blocks of concrete, her legs as sludgy as the muck that dragged at her. The air she hauled into her burning lungs wasn’t nearly enough, a mere drop of oxygen when she needed barrels to fuel her flight.
Snarls and grunts chased after her, growing louder as her pursuers gained on her. Their footsteps quaked the ground beneath her. The snap of branches, the explosions of trunks broken as they chased her down filled her ears and fed her terror.
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