I was running as fast as a race car, through the forest jungle. The storm was chasing me, it knew I was there and it was following me. There was no turning back, I had to think of myself before I thought of others. The violent storm was getting louder and more horrifying by the minute. I was running out of energy and I was running out of luck. I let out a deafening scream before I was pulled into the storm. The scene was over and it was time for my break. It had been a long day and I needed some lunch.