Complete and total blackness. Just like before, no lights, no sounds, nothing. And, again, there were sounds. Sudden howlings, loud howlings. Obviously animalistic.
“Run, run, run, child. The Dire Hounds come for your blood.” I heard Robin yell at me. It took me a full three seconds before I realized what the challenge was. I had to run away from monster creatures,
while blind. It was another six seconds before I actually started running. Not. Fun. I could kind of remember where some of the trees were, but it was still difficult. I just ran. No... Embellishment.
Just running. Yeah, there was a lot of tripping, and falling, and cutting myself up on rocks, and hell yeah, I’m gonna narrate it, because I sound awesome.
After I started running, I think I headed east, but I just went away from the howlings sounds. The first thing I did was put my hands in front of me, just so I’d know what’s in front of me. Little tip? Bend your elbows. Otherwise, the first thing you run into, you’ll ricochet off of, and that’s painful.
Just keep running, just keep running, breathe breathe, blah blah blah. My throat hurts from breathing. Did you know that was possible? I just learned. My chest definitely hurts the most, though. Huge problem nobody talks about. Chests. In general. All of them. Period.
So, I’m running, blah blah blah, I’m trying to distance myself from my body, so I can just run. Usually it’s not at all difficult, but it’s all I can focus on lately. Anyways, back to running. I’m distancing myself by listening. I can hear the doggy things. What did Robin call
them? Dire Hounds, that’s it. I can hear them closing in. There are six of them, and I can distinguish them, now. They’re moving in a formation. A little V pattern, but with one, then one behind, then two
on each side behind the second one. I’m blind and have good hearing. Sue me.
They’re definitely MUCH bigger than wolves. These are way too loud to be normal sizes. Maybe six feet tall from paw to shoulder. I don’t know, my hearing isn’t that fantastic.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. Am I just supposed to outrun them? Am I supposed to turn around and kill them? Am I supposed to get eaten and not scream while dying? I don’t know. Running sounds good to me, though.
Yeah, I get that I’m rambling when I should be narrating, but I’m running for my life. Excuse me.
I ran for what felt like years, but was probably 3 minutes, before they started to close in on me, fully. It was literally snapping at the back of my shirt, I continued to try not to scream, with teeth in
the back of my shirt, but, y’know. Regular Friday stuff. And you weirdos are probably at regular parties with drinking and other stupid stuff.
That’s when I felt pain, when I thought about regular people. Apparently, being bitten directly between your shoulder blades hurts like a mother. I didn’t scream, thank god. Seconds after the pain hit, it stopped. Not the pain. Just the howling, and the darkness. My shoulder blades still hurt, even now.
The lights came back on, and that hurt almost as much as the bite. The first thing I did was whip my head around, to try and see the monsters, but I was exactly where I’d been standing before. With Robin to my left, and M to my right. My shirt was torn in the same places, and my bite had been closed. It still hurt, but it obviously wasn’t bleeding freely.
“Very good, child. You survived.” M said, looking at me with some kind of twisted approval on his face. Robin just giggled. Creep.
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