"That's so arrogant to accuse the majority of Christians and religious people of being liars..."
"Get off me. Snivy, please let me go. Get the fuck off me!" He doesn't listen, and seems to get off to my words.
I break into a run, trying to get to Route 1 again. I feel something brush against my calves but I keep going. Branches are catching my coat and slowing me down, and what I feel touching my legs seems to be doing it firmer and firmer, actually wrapping around me, but I break out of it.
Finally I breath a sigh of relief as I get out of the trees. I'm breathing heavily and sweat is pouring down my back. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through me.
I look back and see nothing, light is starting to stream through the trees and everything is peaceful. I laugh at my own paranoia, I haven't done that in years...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑