But if I only concentrate myself on the escape, the death will be far away....
I was running even faster than before, if someone was measuring probably I was going to make the new world record.... But after few trips I lost my hope about surviving, even I didn't wanted I was still moving slower then few minutes ago....
I started to hear his heavy steps behind me, the hit of his claws on the dry foliage was quicken, he was accelerating, for one moment I thought that he was breathing on my neck, the next moment he was behind me....
I was scared to look back, to see his face. but I was feeling his breath all over my body, so I gathered my courage to turn my head back...
In the moment when I turned my head back I had one second to see him. The week moon light which was finding her way between the tree leafs and braches fall down on his face, those horrifying teeth, those yellow eyes, I will never forget that view. After that second I saw his claw in front of my eyes, and after there was only darkness .... (that was a bad hit, a very bad hit)
Next thing that I remember is that I woke up all stiff in one cave, on the end of the cave there was a fire...
To be continued ....
