The woods were thick and dark, and the trail was barely visible in front of him. But he knew he had to keep moving. He had been walking for hours, and he was getting tired. His feet were sore and his backpack was heavy.
Suddenly, he heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like something was following him. He quickened his pace, but the noise got louder and closer. Whatever it was, it was coming for him.
He left the trail and started running through the woods, not knowing where he was going. He didn’t care. He just wanted to get away from whatever was chasing him.
The trees were a blur as he ran, and he could hear the thing behind him, getting closer and closer. He tripped on a root and fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but he was too tired. He looked behind him and saw the thing. It was a giant, furry creature with sharp teeth. It was coming for him, and there was nowhere to run.