There comes a time when you have to stand up and declare, "enough is enough!" Well, today is that day. It wasn't anything grand or horrific that brought me to this point. It was a pebble. A tiny spec of the Earth trapped in my foot that I wasn't allowed to stop and remove.
The monsters don't take breaks, you see. They follow relentlessly. We're faster, much faster, but when we wake up, there they are just on the horizon. So, no time to stop and get rid of that ridiculous rock.
Our goal was to get to the lake. The monsters had a hard time with water, and we could swim like fish. Get to the lake, get rid of the monsters--a pretty solid plan. Not for me, I was done running. I ripped the stone from my foot and charged back the way we'd come.
The screams of my companions mingled with the wind rushing over my face as I sped toward my pursuers. I stumbled on the uneven ground many times, but always managed to get up again.
Cresting a hill, I spotted one of the cursed creatures. It knelt on its disgusting two lower legs and ran its smaller upper legs along the ground. It was rare to see one alone, so I wasted no time.
The thing looked up moments before I leaped. The already too big eyes widened and it dodged to the side. It wasn't fair. No creature should have so many overdeveloped senses. I changed direction as soon as my feet were back on the ground.
It tried to use those senses against me, but I was faster, much faster. The monster's tenacity couldn't help it now. With ferocity I didn't know I had, I ripped into the thing. Blood flowed over my teeth and into my mouth.
Hey, monster tasted pretty good. I kept gnawing, savoring the flavor. Monster might have tasted good, but they were loud. It was hard to revel in my defiant victory with all that racket. That's when I heard them.
A whole pack of monsters came into sight. I had to abandon my meal and flee. No matter how good it tasted, no monster was worth dying for. Taking one last nibble, I ran.