Cane was running as fast as his legs could leap on the surface of the earth.
He was too used to the bouce on the lunar surface. So he kept tripping and falling over and over again as he tried hard to keep his distance from death.
He was well out of the boundaries of the fortress but he wasn't sure if the monster would be following him outside of that perimeter or not.
So he kept running and running, without looking back.
It seemed like he was running for days at a stretch, from the moment he got seperated from the werewolves and the vampires. He was on his own. For the first time in his miserable life, he was without all his fake friends and of course alchohal. Reality was hitting him a bit too hard. To such a point that he was starting to get scared of the stray bats that was freq
