running
You hear English voices behind you. Your own people! you think. You
yank as hard as you can with your arm, having almost no affect on your
leader. The only thought in your head is that you must get to the
English. But their voices fade behind you. You feel your only chance
has slipped away.
The man leads you onward, through the forest, still ignoring your
questions. You give up asking and stay silent as he leads you.
Suddenly, the man yanks you forward, throws you on the ground behind a
rock, and kneels down next to you, listening. "What-," you
start to say, but cut yourself short. You hear voices. English voices!
You draw breath ot call to the English, but the man stops you by
putting his hand over your mouth. You struggle to get his hand away,
but only come to the conclusion that he had been eating pickled
herring with his fingers before your head is bashed on a rock and
everything goes black.
You are running towards the forest with the mysterious Scot. You try
over and over again to ask him what he thinks he is doing, but he
ignores all your questions. You reach the forest and begin to make
your way, the Scot still having a death grip on your arm, through the
forest.
