"GROWL!"
Freya whimpered at the terrifying roar, her feet pounding against the uneven forest floor. Bits of rock and thorns cut the soft soles of her bare feet while sharp branches cut her body as she pushed through the density of the forest.
Her vision was beginning to blur and pain wreaked though her. Her muscles screamed for her to stop running, but Freya knew she couldn't. She couldn't stop moving.
Because that thing behind her would kill her!
Freya had no idea what she was doing in this strange forest or how she even got here. She clearly remembered going to bed to rest up for her bakery opening. She was drifting off to sleep in her comfortable bed when she heard a noise.
Next thing she knew, Freya was opening her eyes to find herself gazing up at massive trees. The ground she was laying on was hard and uneven with dead leaves and plants everywhere.
Then those things appeared.
At first she thought it was some kind of nightmare. But the pain alone from running for what seemed like an eternity quickly told her how wrong she was. Everything happening right now was a hundred percent real.
"GROWL!"
The monster roared once more as it continued chasing her, the sound vibrating through her body and making her ears ring. The ground seemed to move as she ran and soon she left a hot wind on her.
No, it wasn't a hot wind.
The scent of rotting flesh told her the monster was close enough she was feeling its breath. Freya wanted to scream, but she was too busy trying to keep her breathing even.
I… I have… to find…. help. Freya cried to herself. Anything…. to get… away…
"S-someone… Huff…" Freya begged with a hoarse voice and heavy breathing. "Huff… H-Help! Huff… Please!"
She couldn't keep running forever. Her body was beginning to take a toll and she knew she was going to collapse soon. Not to mention that nightmare was definitely getting closer.
Freya took a sharp turn to the left, hoping that a change in direction would help her lose it. Her feet slapped against a muddy puddle, splashing mud all over her legs and feet.
She weaved though the giant trees and thick vines, not caring where she went. Strands of hair caught onto a branch, but Freya didn't stop and let it pull her hair off. Because her only thought was to survive.
It didn't matter how. She just had to survive.
Black spots suddenly appeared in her vision and Freya's foot hit something. She stumbled, twisting her ankle as she fell onto the hard ground.
"Oof." Freya cried out, glancing over her shoulder.
Pitch black eyes gazed back at her. The creature's face was covered in brown fur with a massive jaw wide open dripping drool everywhere and showing rows of sharp teeth.
Tentacles moved around it and each claw footed step forward vibrated though Freya's body. Her hands dug through the dirt of the ground as she tried pushing her body up. As she screamed to herself to move.
But it didn't matter.
Her body was too worn out. It couldn't move any longer and all she could do was watch in dread as the beast edged closer to her. As more of them appeared behind the thing that chased her.
Why… Why does it have to be like this?! Freya screamed to herself. Everything was perfect…
She was finally going to open her dream bakery. Everything she had worked for had all paid off. But now she was going to die in the jaws of some wild monster in some strange world.
Never understanding how she had gotten here and all because her stupid body refused to move!
The monster stood right in front of her and opened its jaw wider, lowering its mouth to eat her. Drops of saliva hit her face and Freya closed her eyes, hoping death would be quick and painless.
But it never came. Instead, the sounds of howling and bones crunching could be heard. And when Freya slowly opened her eyes, she found herself gazing at the most gruesome scene she had ever encountered.
Blood soaked the dirt and turned leaves red as a pack of wolves tore through the monsters. Bits of flesh and fur flew everywhere along with the cries of both the monsters and wolves.
Bile threatened to come up at the sight. She immediately shut her eyes, but it was too late. The scene would never leave her mind. Still, the wolves were a miracle.
They had killed the monsters for her and she silently prayed that they would not see her. That she could just keep laying there and play dead.
She was barely able to keep conscious and knew she had no strength left to deal with the wolves. So, when the sounds of fighting slowly died down, Freya found herself holding her breath.
Soon the sounds of leaves crunching filled her ears and a moment later, something touched her shoulder. It took everything in Freya not to stiffen up.
"Quit playing dead!" A gruff voice yelled as something shook her shoulder.
The speech was definitely human sounding and she could understand the words. The voice even sounded like a man's. But when did humans appear? Were they with the wolves?
Freya slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring at a massive man with thick silver hair and a mean look on his face. He seemed to be in his forties at least.
He smirked at the sight of her opened eyes before turning his head to look behind him. He then yelled, "She's alive!"
There were a few howls at his words and Freya bristled. They may be human, but she could sense the group were up to no good. It seemed she had jumped out of the fire and straight into the pot.
However, there wasn't much she could do because her body finally gave out and dragged her into darkness.