The Survivor

Prologue

The boy keeps running as fast has he can, tree branches and twigs cracking under his feet. His instinct is to keep running away, but his lungs plead for him to stop.
His shirt snags on trees, pants covered in mud and his head, beading with sweat and throbbing with pain.
He cranes his neck to see if they're still chasing him, but all he sees is the hundreds of trees he left behind him.
As the boy turns his head back around he notices that the woods are coming to an end, that he might be coming to an end.
Only a few yards until his death, unless what he's hearing is correct.
It's a trickling sound, with thrashing. A sound with rushing liquid. A feel that makes his skin sticky and the air around him moist.
The sound is water.
By now he can see the other side of the cliff. He knows he would never make it across, there's no chance of it, but then he spots a river below that looks deep and wide. Deep enough to not hit the ground below the water and wide enough for an easy target.
Then, he senses the shadows that followed him here. He's the one that brought them to life again. The one who should fight against them, but he chooses to keep running.
When he sees the ground ending and the water below it, he doesn't stop, but instead speeds up.
Then in one sudden motion, he jumps off the ground and falls into the river. There's a loud gush of water as he sinks below the surface. The current, pulls him underwater as he escapes.
The evil lurking by lost him, he got away. For now, he'll survive. For now he'll be safe. For now.

Authors note: hi everyone! Thx for reading. I just wanted to say that I don't know if I'll continue this story, but please let me know if you want me to. I love suggestions too so that would help. Thanks readers✌🏻