Mr Kipling Angel Slices (6)

The man ran through the forest, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the sound of footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer. He didn't dare look back, knowing that every second he spent looking behind him was a second he could be using to escape.

He pushed himself to run faster, the branches scraping against his arms and face as he navigated through the dense undergrowth. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his muscles screamed with effort. But he couldn't afford to stop. He had to keep going, had to put as much distance between himself and his pursuers as possible.

Just when he thought he couldn't go on any longer, he burst out of the trees and into a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was an old, abandoned cabin. Without hesitation, he ran towards it, his footsteps thundering across the grass. He reached the cabin and threw open the door, stumbling inside and slamming it shut behind him.

He leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath, his heart still racing. He listened intently for any sound of his pursuers, but all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing. After a few moments, he allowed himself to relax slightly, knowing that he had at least bought himself some time.

The cabin was musty and dark, the only light filtering in through the grimy windows. It had clearly been empty for a long time, the air thick with dust and cobwebs. But it was better than being out in the open, where he would have been an easy target.

He began to search the cabin, looking for anything that could help him. There wasn't much – just a few old pieces of furniture and some faded curtains. But as he moved through the rooms, he caught sight of something that made his heart leap – a trapdoor set into the floor.

Without hesitation, he crossed the room and wrenched the trapdoor open. It revealed a set of narrow stairs leading down into darkness. He didn't know where they would lead, but it didn't matter. It was a chance, a way to escape the danger that pursued him.

He descended the stairs and found himself in a small, earthen-walled chamber. The air was damp and musty, but it was a refuge. He closed the trapdoor behind him, plunging the chamber into darkness, and allowed himself to relax for the first time since he had started running.

It was only a temporary respite, he knew. His pursuers would not give up easily, and he couldn't stay hidden forever. But for now, he was safe. For now, he could rest and regain his strength. And when the time came, he would be ready to face whatever waited for him outside.

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