The smell of dew and burnt skin fills my nostrils as I run with the trees surrounding me.
I passed the rivers edge and it bends northwest, I continue west in hopes to find some larger predators to hide around.
The water spells certain doom when outnumbered, and I have to consider this hunt as completed.
It is now a free for all, the rules of the jungle are in effect.
Rust.
Heela.
Lago.
Milk.
Belly.
Leak.
Veil.
Lucci.
Pookie.
I count out my potential targets and begin visualizing my death in their hands, so that I might understand them.
Mountain ranges are seen in between trees, the urge to stop and appreciate their majesty is stifled quickly.
I gain speed with each step, the wind hurting my exposed skin as I run.
Each step jarring my mind with physical pain, I smile at the sensation.
Finding a clearing in my way, I head north, within the tree line.
