It was dark… very dark, making his situation more daunting and hopeless. Tall, dark, large trees with lush leaves on their crown hide the moonlight making it difficult to see. The air was damp, cold, and smelled woody.
Henry was panting so hard from running, that he feels like his lungs would collapse at any moment but still he has no plan of giving up, he must not give up.
"We can't stop now, we have to keep going. Look at me, don't close your eyes please," he cried out begging. His whole body was shaking in fear, fear of being caught helplessly.
"Wake up! Wake up! Open your eyes! Please… don't leave me…" he bawled one more time, making his sight blurry with tears, that seems to never end flowing from his eyes.
He heard voices coming in his direction; he looked around and saw lights getting nearer. He tried to pull the bleeding man lying on the ground with his small hands.
