"Godamn it I hate this place" cried the man, desperately trying to scramble over the uneven and broken ground. All manner of roars, growls and other weird noises could be heard in the direction he'd come from.
The noise urged him to keep running as best he could, if he stopped and got caught he knew his end would be painful and grisly.
They we're things. No matter we used to talk about saving them all and how cute most of them were. Now they were things. Things that would eat you. It was sad and heartbreaking what had happened to all the wildlife, being constantly bombarded with horrible conditions had created some truly horrifying creatures that only had a passing resemblance to what they once were. On the other hand, sad didn't quite seem like the right word when said creatures were trying to eat you for lunch and the only safe haven was a glimmering bubble way off in the distance.
The man had alot of incentive to run, his body was screaming its pain to him and his suit could barely be seen through the condensation. None of that mattered except running. If he didn't make it, humanity might just become another species lost to history.
"For fuck's sake I hate running."