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The venom will surely kill us in no time.

My heart skipped a beat when I pictured how huge the other snakes were.

There are some snakes that are even bigger than us. If this is the one that can get close to us, it will probably swallow us alive.

"Ah!" I shuddered when I felt the little insect bite my foot.

"What happened?" Camilla asked.

"It's nothing." There's just an insect to bite," I replied.

But even before I could get away from that position, my left arm hurt.

"Ahh!" I screamed.

Everyone's attention was turned to me as I remained in pain.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

They asked one question after another.

I looked back to the part where we came from and felt the pain in my arm.

There.

There were weeds and bags mixed with thorns. I have not noticed.

"Nothing. I was just injured. Thorns are everywhere; be careful." I remind them.

I turned around and ran away again so they wouldn't have to ask any more questions and worry.

But deep inside me, the excruciating pain is almost making me cry my heart out.

Damn it.

I was worried about Francine. It's no joke that the wound was inflicted, and it must have hurt.

Even if he said that he was okay, I still couldn't escape the pain on his face.

I also occasionally observe each of those with me. I don't know why, I just feel like I need to check on them from time to time.

We also killed some small snakes with the sticks and rocks we passed while running. Some of us would have almost been spotted if only our hands had not been prompt in picking up the defenses against them.

I was out of breath when we stopped temporarily in front of a tree with large roots crawling on the ground.

We were both tired and gasping for breath.

"Hey, didn't you notice?" Francine asked us. Even he could see the tired look on his face.

"Notice what?" Camilla asked back.

Francine frowned at us and then shook her head. "No. Never mind. Maybe it's just because of my headache, that's why i'm confused about what we're going through "

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nodded.

"Yes," Let's go? "Maybe there are those who are chasing us," he replied.

"Okay." I nodded hesitantly.

Although I wanted to scold more and pay attention to Francine's anxiety, I just didn't speak.

I was dizzy because of the mixture of nervousness, pain from some scratches I got when I fell down the stairs, and tired of running.

I no longer know what to think first.

I just focused my attention on the path we were on.

I rubbed my forehead.

I'm already intoxicated.

"Halt."

I turned to the speaker. Camilla. His arms were outstretched to prevent us from taking any further steps.

I covered my mouth when I realized why he stopped us. Not far from where we were, there were two large and strange black dogs.

They were still salivating and seemed very hungry, insane, out of their minds.

Possessed