I couldn't do it... I couldn't run anymore... I was panting and gasping for breath, leaning on trees for stability, but I could hear its ragged breaths and horrible cries right behind me. So I did what anyone else would have done. I stopped and screamed with my remaining breath, hoping there was someone -anyone- nearby that could help me. I slumped to the ground, out of breath and wheezing. I took from my pocket my phone, not enough power to call, not that there was any reception this deep in the forrest. I clicked it on and looked for the last time at the home page. Tears filled my eyes, and the phone died. I stood, and turned towards the thing chasing me, and spread my arms in defeat...
I can predict what's gonna happen next. The hero discovers their something special about them and then they defeat the monster or someone defeats it for them and takes them to a training place.
hey feather. you're still a douche bag. and you're not clever nor unique at all. you failed a long time ago