I slipped quietly through the trees. He was nearby, I could tell by the way my skin tingled. I wanted to move, but my feet were glued to the ground. Crack. The sound was close, too close. I had no choice; my feet were moving before I had the chance to think.
He's faster than me. I should've hidden. There's no way I make it. The thoughts were racing through my head, but it was to late now; I had chosen to run, so I ran. I could see the clearing with the shelter directly in the center. I'm going to make it. Don't look back. The latter echoed in my head over and over again, but I couldn't resist.
He was too far behind, there was no way- my head turned back a second to late. I watched my foot hit the tree root, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. My body met the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of me, and that was enough. Instinctively, my hands went to the ground to push myself up, but it didn't matter, it was over.
I took one last glance at the shelter, only a few yards away; I had been so close. Marcus grabbed me by the shoulders roughly pulling me to my feet. "Tag." he whispered in my ear, a smile plastered on his face.
The rest of the guys piled out of the shelter, showering me with their various renditions of how hilarious my fall had been. I rolled my eyes, pushing them away from me as I turned.
"Hey, where are you going?" they questioned as I walked.
"I've got to get home." I answered plainly.
The chime of protests followed me as I walked away, but this time, I didn't look back.