The short, skinny guy and the man with black-rimmed glasses, along with others, used every ounce of strength they had and ran as if their lives depended on it.
As they ran, they plunged headfirst into the forest.
The short, skinny guy didn't know how far he had run; he just felt sharp pains in his lungs, as if they were on fire.
"No... I can't go on!"
"I...I can't run anymore!"
The short, skinny guy had to stop.
The man with black-rimmed glasses glanced at him but didn't pay any attention, continuing to run forward.
"Damn! What happened to brotherhood?"
"Damn it! When danger comes, they run faster than rabbits!"
The short, skinny guy cursed at the disappearing figures in the night.
"No, I can't stay here either!"
He gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.
"No... could I be that unlucky?"
He swallowed hard and slowly turned his head.
