"Supporting dangerous cultural norms is a bigger cop out."
I can't understand Snivy's language, but by the look he's giving me he's probably saying something along the line of, "That's right, take it you little slut.
" My body reacts thus, it starts fucking him back, the vines on my wrists and ankles tighten to limit my movement more.
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.
I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't help but wonder what got to me...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑