"Shit!"
Between the growling of wolves and the snapping of twigs and leaves, could be heard the loud cursing of a young woman.
Her long dress got caught in a tree branch, causing the woman to slightly slow down her pace. While tugging with all her strength to break free, her dress ripped with a loud screech.
But it didn't matter. Nor did the fact that she abandoned her high heels away and her feet were hurting. None mattered as long as she was alive.
Run. That was the only thought in her mind.
I need to be faster.
But after a few good minutes of sprinting at her full speed, she felt herself growing weaker. Her legs were starting to get cramped from exhaustion.
It was harder to keep going. Her breath was labored and sweat was stinging her left eye.
If the situation allowed, she would long since have collapsed to take a break. But stopping meant dying. And she refused to become wolf chow.
The woman looked behind her for a peek, but because of it, she tripped on a tree root and landed face first in the dirt.
"Fuck!"
She started to crawl and eventually got up, but after a few more steps she stopped.
Before her stood a river. A god-damn river. How the fuck didn't she see the river. She's dead. She's so dead.
The growling wolves started to surround her. There were 5 of them. But even if it was only one, it would be enough to finish her.
Her options were to die ripped by wolves or to drown. But even if she jumped in the river, who knows if the wolves don't come after her?
She was scared like never in her life.
Her eyes were starting to get clouded by tears. Yet she refused to let them fall.
She would rather not whine like a baby in her last moments.
She picked a big piece of rock and squeezed it tightly.
Damn wolves! Damn forest! Or jungle! Or what the fuck this shitty place is!
It seemed like the wolves had gotten tired of waiting and were slowly getting closer.
One of them started sprinting and lunging for a bite at her calf, but she hit it as hard as she could in the head and then kicked it away from her.
The others seemed to take that as their cue and ran, all at the same time.
That's it. She can't win. But she won't go down without a fight.
Just as she was preparing for the impact, a loud roar came from the trees. And a massive shadow soon overtook her view.
The shadow turned out to be a black panther. A huge one. Are they even supposed to be this big?
Damn! What am I even thinking? The girl slowly distanced herself from the fighting animals while they were distracted.
Who cares if that panther looks like it's on steroids, as long as she gets away.
With a slight limp, she started to go further in the woods and felt like maybe she's not really that hopeless.
Now that the adrenaline was fading, she could feel like her whole body was screaming from overextension. Her right ankle was probably only sprained, but the soles of her feet were killing her.
It was challenging to move. She was struggling with the help of the trees around.
But eventually, her tired legs gave in, and she collapsed under a tree.
I can't stop yet.
She tried to get up only to fall.
The woman looked at her bleeding feet and then at her trembling hands. One of which was still holding onto the rock without even realizing.
Her fingers were white from how much strength she put into her grasp. Her breathing was labored, and her head felt light. The world around was a bit too dazzling for her dizzy self.
A snapping sound from the bushes ahead got her attention. A big black feline emerged from them and was closing on her.
It was the panther.
What the fuck is it doing here?
That was her last thought before her consciousness was fading away.