DrugOfChoice

He is out of breath, but he has to keep going. He has to keep running, has to keep trying not to trip on the roots at his feet as brush smacks his face and whips at his shins. Shadows move all around him, lurking behind the thick corded vines swaying back and forth like nooses trying to catch him. The air breaks with a sharp screech that rings in his ears before echoing through the trees behind him. It sounds so foreign he is afraid to imagine the face accompanying it. Just in time he thinks as he spots sunlight peeking through the leaves of the dark trees. He desperately picks up his feet into a sprint towards the glimmer of light. Barely c