7 Its A Competition!

Progress was hard to get track off, he wasn't quite sure how long it has been, maybe what seemed like days has been months, years or maybe just a few hours.

But all he knew and thought of right now was fo get to that, or whatever it was.

Although he could not see for now, because it was dark. He felt as if he knew the way, his instincts told him so. Even if he was blinded, cut down, beaten or has lost his way. He would do everything to reach that.

And even now, he felt bloodlust within himself. Something animalistic anger, like he was trying to be the predator, no one should steal what should become his.

On their way, he started knocking others of his kind off track and forcing them off. Some would get tangled and some would lost their energy and die. But all held strong and continued, even when he knocked them down, they don't bother with him but continued forth.

Like mindless zombies, they only had that as a goal, to reach whatever end it was.

Gradually, It became a competition.