...paragraph? I was running, fast. Dashing through the trees as I tried to reach safety. Every step seemed to take me two steps back. As I ran away I was really just running back. I tried running with my back towards me destination, this did not help. Gravity seemed intent on bringing me to my certain death. There was no running away, my only option was to fight. I turned around, certain that I would be looking straight into my enemy's eye. No one was there.