An extract from the Prologue:
Branches tear at my face and limbs, trying to hold me back, trying to make me embrace the death that is hunting me down with a relentless, unflagging sense of inevitability. The blood-chilling howls echo all around, coming from everywhere, sending needles of fear lancing through my skin, wave upon wave of panic filling my frazzled mind with only one hardened truth: I'm going to die. I have my rifle, but it is no longer any use. It's all too big, far too big; bigger than me; bigger than my rifle. It's something evil, terribly evil, and it wants me. It wants to hook its claws deep into me and tear me apart, laughing while it does it. It wants to crush me with all the brutality it can muster; it wants to raise my hopes and dash them, and then do it all again until I'm nothing but a running, weeping, panic-filled wreck that was once human. And it's achieved it all, and kept me alive. Too much, it's too much...is it so hard to just die? I sob: can't I just die?! Oh God, I want to die, please please please...
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