"I won't die. No! I won't."
He kept tumbling through the climbers and creepers. He ducked as many twigs and trunks as possible but couldn't help bumping into many as well. Twas the fate of running through a forest.
He began to wonder why the creature actually let go of him. It simply could had killed him or something but he had let go. He couldn't understand.
On several occasions during his course of tumbling and running had he fallen victim of wild cats. Not in person, to say, but very close enough to be in person. Most times he just escaped the direction of the noise.
For he to had gone that far, he kept himself rest assured that he was going to live. He allowed himself to believe that.
The trees were wearing out and the twigs were getting lighter. He could feel the rays of