Gone in Love

It was the end of November with the thundering of rain and the sound of skin scrapping with rusty leaves was unbearable. Only one thing mattered at the moment RUN. RUN. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. The dreadful situation made the sound of birds shunned and the eagerness to get out of this place was inevitable. The dense forest and tall trees closing up on me and making it awful. The ragged breathing and the blood seeping out of different cuts on my body was maddening. After a few moments and constant running, the only thing that can be heard was my laboured breathing and everything was too calm for my likening of the predicament, suddenly there was a twitch of a branch which made me wary and a shiver ran down my spine and that's when I made the biggest slip for running further in the woods with no care of my surroundings. Footsteps can be heard as they were approaching me from behind faster than before and the next thing I know I was snatched away from behind with a force and something was injected on my neck and the last thing I remember I was scooped up into someone's muscular arm and then I blacked out.