You lay down as low as you can under the undergrowth. Your cloth were filthy and torn, you lost your backpack, and your entire body felt like jelly from all the running.
That was supposed to be a normal hike today, going out into the valley and connecting with nature. Now it’s you trying to save yourself from a sore pelvis.
Why? Well, Somewhere along the way you tripped on what you thought to be a rock at first. You muttered “Dumb rock” as you picked yourself up.
Then the ‘rock’ began to move. Turns out that rock was actually a wurm sleeping in the ground.
A very big, and angry wurm.
Everything from that point became a blur, eventually leading to where you are now.
No one was willing to help you during all that, whether they were mamono or human. All of them pretty much saying, “She’s your problem.” Can’t say you blame them…
Suddenly you felt something grab you by the back of your shirt and pull you out of the bushes.
You’re now face to face with the wurm, looking at you with eyes filled with fury and lust.
”Found you… dummy.”
Wwyd?