Gasping for air during my panic attack, I stumbled towards the other side of the woods. People were moving away from there and towards the starting line, in a hurry to watch the hunt begin, and they didn't bother to notice me. For now, I didn't even care if they saw me or not. The dried leaves crunched under my feet as I approached a tree. It was huge and thick, exactly what I needed for support and shadowing from the commencing event.
I inhaled deeply, gripping the huge branch. Regaining my breath was hard, but it wasn't harder than what was going on right now. Of all the things Zayden could have done, he decided to partake in a life-threatening hunt, knowing well the risks. Not only that, he also didn't bother to let me know about it, let alone discuss it with me. Was he so pissed at me
