Adam was on the run. No, corection, he was running from his fear, and from his pursuers. His feet pounded against against the dirt. he senced each breath. He could feel his lungs expanding and contracting. Fear can do that to you. A branch snapped behind him. He ran even faster. Sudenly, a yellow beast lept fom the bushes. It was a raptor! Adam looked around. There was no escape route. He was in an open field. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The raptor puonced. Adam took a step back... and fell into a pit.
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