Marlon Velasco

Karakai

Sweat coalesced on my body so much so, I felt like I had just fallen into a river and then went straight back to running. The air was thick and all this huffing made it feel like I was breathing water. As I sprinted through the rainforest, I masked my scent by grabbing chunks of mud, rubbing it all over myself. I took some leaves and stuck them on the bits of mud that were on me, hoping that it would all stick. None of that stopped the Enforcers from tracking me. Blood from a knife wound oozed out of my leg and I could feel the warm liquid flow down my leg as trekked the jungle at a frantic pace, leaving clues of my whereabouts. It was the dead of night too. Everything was pitch black except for the places where the moonlight shone and the silhouettes of the lights that the Enforcers lit behind me.