I stop and look around, what am I doing? I think to myself. I'm lost. I can't do this, what was I thinking? Okay, survey your surroundings: tree, grass, darkness. Well that's encouraging. I'm lost in the woods. I've been running for about half an hour. I didn't run in a straight line. I didn't want to be able to go back.

I messed up. Maybe I can call for help. Maybe someone's already looking for me. Maybe I can work my way out of this.

And I start walking, the other way…

I don't want to be found. I don't want to go back. I'd rather die out here in the woods.

It's getting dark, really dark. I can't tell the difference between my eyes open or closed. Maybe I should sit and rest…

Okay, I swear I heard something. It sounded like a "shhh…" Maybe I should get up.

It's pitch black and I can't see my own hand held right in front of my eyes. I'm walking with my arms out…

I'm tired. I found a tree that I'm leaning against. Still standing, but leaning…

"hehhh…" someone's breath right in my ear…

I'm not alone.