I trip, stumbling before catching myself and continuing to run. I can't see. Why is there no light filtering through? Where's the moon? Fear and adrenaline course through me as I gasp for breath, my lungs burning. I can't believe I dropped my bow. I curse myself mentally, stumbling behind a large tree and pressing my back against it, reigning my breathing in.

My whole body was shaking. My calves burned. My lungs burned. Damnit! I can't believe I trusted this guild. How long had I been running at a full sprint? A sudden twig snaps somewhere behind the tree and I tense, my breath catching and blood running cold as terror washes over me. Have you found me?