The Hunter (part three) |
I Just kept running and running, nothing could stop me, not even myself. What felt like just some minutes in my own thoughts became hours. The forest had no end, and my body just kept moving forward, towards the smell that just keeps moving farther away. It’s almost like it can’t be caught, it’s like I will spend my whole life chasing for something that I can never reach. What kind of life is that, if you spend it all on chasing something you can never reach.
I stop, finally able to move my body on my own, feeling confused when I see my own little cave I ran out from earlier today. Have I even been running anywhere, or just running around in circles chasing something I can’t even get my hands on, a question I probably never will be able to answer.
As I pick up the smell of flesh again, seeing a deer behind some trees slightly to my left I rush over, jumps and in the blink of an eye I tear off the head of the deer. While ripping flesh out of the deer, I feel satisfaction rushing through my body, I feel calm again as the taste of flesh and blood just passes through my body. I feel that shiver flowing through the spine of my back as I rise from the dead animal. Despite the satisfaction I felt from eating, it still can’t be compared to the smell I felt earlier. The smell I felt, is now gone, and without knowing where I can find it again, I run out into the forest once again, searching for the smell that can give my life even the slightest of happiness.
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