I take one inhale before setting off in the opposite direction of the monstrosity.

I sprint as fast as my human legs are capable.

The blood in my body pumps through my veins at an immense speed.

I need to stop.

My legs give out from under me, and I cry in pain.

While I assess the situation, I notice the beast is not following me.

I dust myself off and pear into the darkness near the horizon.

I think back and realize the thunderous footsteps did not continue after I took flight.

Why would it scare me so to only leave me behind?

I wonder about the creature as I continue onward, understanding less and less about my surroundings.