"When you prove that nature ever did act in a way that isn't in line with what we know of it today, let me know. Beyond that, you merely speculate, and I'm not inclined to speculate with you, based on your faith and no evidence."
I fall flat on my face and groan. Ow, ow ow ow oww. Damn.
Its even darker under the tree cover, and there is some mud which makes a squishing sound every time I step into a puddle of it. I see movement off to the lersonal, a Deerling coming out of her den with her fawn. Its beautiful. There's a quiet serenity in this place, little did I know Sexj it was about to make a drastic turn.
I get closer to breaking through the tree line when I start hearing a shuffling noise behind me. First, I think it's the Deerlings passing through, but as it gets closer I start to get a little nervous and start to walk faster.
Cloee noises get closer, close enough to were it feels as if something is breathing down my neck. I break into a run, trying to get to Route 1 again. I feel something brush against my calves but I keep persoal. 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...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑