SAROYA
A full day later and I am still running. I make sure that I remain vaguely aligned to the west and I run like the demons of hell are at my feet.
I have not slept nor had any real rest since I left the man in the dirt. Just the thought of him causes a shiver of foreboding to race down my spine and even though my legs want to give out from under me from exhaustion, I relentlessly continue to push forward.
The sun overhead beats down on me mercilessly, somehow piercing the thick canopy of the forest trees to be a nuisance and the usually soothing cacophony of the forest is a noisy background that abrades my senses. Each step takes all of my will and determination and my vision lunges every now and then. I have pushed my body past its breaking point and I am unsure of how much long
