She woke while trying to take a breath. Failing. Her head splitting. Once again back at the start, she tried to recollect what had happened. Vague images of killing a multitude of monsters ran through her head, to come to an end by the woman made of wood. The creature hovering over her, flying. A huge quantity of insects swarming around her. Then it went black. She could only assume she had been killed by the woman again. Which brought up the question of how she’s still alive. Coming to the conclusion that she would start here every time she died, her fears began to wane. She just had to figure out how to survive this and make it to civilization. That single goal brought her courage. The man crossed her mind, but instead of guilt, she found desire in it’s place. She wanted to tear him apart again. Make him a meal. The strange addiction scared her.

A gun gripped so tight, the knuckles showed white. “Don’t you move.” He reached a shaky hand down to her pants, but she brought a knee up to his groin. The man fell back and in that single moment, the barrel to his gun seemed to extend. She stared at the tunnel, as it seemed to move closer. She prayed. She hoped. She…

She had to steady herself against the wall to keep steady. The imagery brought out rotten emotions and she punched the wall in a fit of rage. Her eyes glowed red, bringing the hunger from before. This time, though, she was able to control herself. Picking up a rock, she followed the same strategy as before. Concentrating on something else, to clear her head. Making her way out of the dark, confusing tunnels.

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She stared out into the expanse. Not fully knowing what to do. She didn’t want to go to the man, and risk whatever the hell was wrong with her. She glanced down, seeing one of the tiny critters. It had wings, but didn’t seem able to fly. It closely resembled a rat. The desire sparked up again. Looking away as quickly as possible, she made her way down.

The desire was driving her crazy, she didn’t wish to harm anything else, but was attracted to the prospect. Every time a creature showed in her periphery, she had to make sure to look elsewhere. The hours drove on, and she made sure to avoid any place she’s been before. The glow of red increasing every second. By the fourth hour, she was raving, not in her right mind. Every noise sent her sprinting. She wasn’t sure why she wished to catch what ever made the noise, but she continued to do so. By the sixth hour, rage was the most prevalent emotion. The creatures seemed to be avoiding her and she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her throat was burning and she just needed a release. Fire gushed from her mouth, consuming the area. A sick delight filled her chest, and she continued. Cries of various creatures filled the area, and only fueled her to intensify her attempts.

Fire raged all around, and the desire seemed satisfied. She felt it was mocking her, saying this is how you’re suppose to be. Falling to her knees, she laid her head on the ground. A guilt so strong, she didn’t know how to process it. Sounds of insects interrupted her self-pity. Looking up she saw the the woman of wood, flying above her. The face seemed to contain deep disappointment.

Her last image was of a woman, face full of smiles, but the smile wasn’t of happiness.