The Thing

I limp through the woods trying to escape my pursuer. I hobble forward as quietly as I can, although the thing chasing me is blind it has excellent hearing. I stumble and fall but I quickly scramble to my feet and resume running. I can hear it’s ragged breathing not too far off. My heart pounds against my chest as I run. A little bit later I trip and fall, hitting my head hard. As I lay there trying to gain my bearings I feel a blood crusted hand wrap around my leg.