Free Write

I ran up the slightly inclined hills trying to concentrate on not tripping over one of the dangerously jagged rocks. I didn't know where everyone was I was simply running for my life. They were chasing me but I was supposed to be chasing them. How could this have happened? I heard the trickling creek with each step I took, and the watering seemed to be cheering me on telling me "faster, faster". My loaded gun was a heavy burden as I tried to run up the hill towards the home base and I just hoped that my fellow soldiers would be back there waiting for me. We had been separated for a while now, and all I could do was to tell myself to keep running. I knew my life depended on it and that's all the motivation I needed.