After those ungodly words left the Midwife's mouth, Finn bolted out of the fetus-shaped house—leaving everything and everyone behind without a single glance back.
Like hell he was going to masturbate in front of an audience. Why would he ever need to "test" it that way? That was beyond insane.
His desperate sprint soon caught up to him, though. His legs burned, his lungs wheezed, and finally he staggered to a stop in the misty forest path.
Panting hard, he bent forward with his hands on his thighs. "What… the hell…" he gasped between breaths, slowly recomposing himself before looking around.
The forest was still completely drowned in fog. The thick, clinging white mist swallowed the trees and made every shadow twitch in the corner of his eyes. It set his nerves on fire. For the first time, he regretted running out so blindly.
