Apocalypse

I ran. I don't think I ever ran as fast in my entire life. My eyes tried to scan my surroundings as I kept on speeding through the forest. The outbreak of an fire making cackling sounds tickling my ears. I sped up my pace once more, not thinking I could take another minute of this before my lungs explode. My eyes caught a hollow log and I took my chance, leaping into mid-air and Landing right before it. I crawled into the middle of the log, making myself as small as possible and tried my best to catch my breath. My nostrils burned from the forming smoke, the fire clearly coming closer to my direction. I needed to be quick but my mind shut off completely. Don't get me wrong, I'm not scared of the fire. I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared that I'll never find my family ever again. You see, the world has gone to s**t a couple of months ago. The humans tried to envade new territory, expand their land for Industry. Sadly the territory they wanted to take was already in possession. Not by humans, that wouldn't have been a problem really. No. There were creatures out there one cannot think of.  They told us stories About Wolves and Hybrids and whatelse. I didn't believe any of this, thinking of it as fairytale Monsters you would tell your Kids About so they behave. But oh boy was I wrong. Just as I began to deeply sulk in my thoughts I heard leaves shuffle and twigs c***k. I slammed my hand above my mouth to muffle my breathing. Raking my ears I heard gallopping sounds. Heavy paws slamming into the ground as they moved through the woods. I heard growling and sniffing as a horrible thought dawned on me. I must have crossed the Wolves territory.