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into a million pieces (give or take a few), and once again a sheet of darkness fell over me. The light, the guide, abandoned me and left me to the wolves…literally.
    I yelled as loud as I could and for as long as my lungs allowed me to in my attempt to get a response from Jason and use that to locate him in the darkness.
    “JASON! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I never ceased my race away from the wolves but the darkness was too thick to identify anything. The little bit of moonlight over the woods covered the unlit areas with blankets of shadows. Nothing was a solid figure till you came face to face with it.
    “JASON!” My search served no response or reward. I managed to find the exact spot he fell before I lost him, but he was no longer there. I got caught on the same vines he did and just like Jason, I fell to the ground which allowed the wolves to catch me, unable to escape. I tried to remove the vines from around my ankle and the wolves used the opportunity to surround me. They circled me repeatedly and phased in and out of the dark as they walked around.
    I frantically struggled to get the vines off of me, when the wolves realized this one of them lunged to bite me and successfully broke through my jeans;its teeth went straight into my calf. The pain shot up my leg and took over my whole body, I could no longer think straight. Another one of the wolves attempted to bite me too and missed my shoulder by mere centimeters, although it still managed to catch and tear through my jacket and shirt.
    I repeatedly kicked the face of the wolf that locked onto my leg till it faced no other option than to let go. When the wolf finally let go, two others from the pack attacked from the same direction. I kicked aimlessly to scare them away and the wolves went back into defense. It gave me enough time to get up and run from them. Because of the pain that came from my leg I moved much slower than I did before, but I still fought through and blocked off as much of it as I could. Thankfully, they didn’t break any bones or ruin any nerve that I could tell while I ran. The adrenaline that coursed through my body allowed me to ignore the pain with more ease and focus mostly on the escape.
    My persistence allowed me to build yet another gap between the wolves and me. Anything more than a few feet in front of me went virtually invisible but that was enough range to be sure I wouldn’t trip again.
    The wolves were more cautious now than they were before. Because I fought back, they knew I would hurt them if I could, so they kept their distance from me but also kept me in their sights to wait for the best time to make their next move.
    Being chased relentlessly by wolves, in the darkest black night, in the middle of nowhere, dilemma? During a zombie apocalypse, I am the one person in the world that can’t deal with just zombies. No, I deal with bored and hungry wolves. Little to do was left other than run without a destination and I did not plan to quit until my body gave out and it was time to meet my maker, which looked as though it would happen soon enough.
    Something came from ahead. It was a few hundred feet in the distance but my eyes adjusted to the dark. It was an open area in the woods. A small field with no trees in it which allowed the moon to paint its light over the dirt that made up the area. If I was to have any chance of survival against the wolves’ attack, I would need to see them. A little hope came over me and I slightly adjusted the direction in which I ran to head towards the open area. The closer I became the more my heart pounded in excitement.
    The wolves seemed to slow down the closer I was to the light but I didn’t notice this immediately. The field was small. It was just big enough for the moonlight to illuminate, no more than two hundred or three hundred feet of open ground before the woods continued on the other side. All I did was make myself a more visible target for the wolves. I didn’t know what I expected on