Breathing heavily, Alevo was covered in sweat and panting, with his hands on his knees he was trying to catch his breath.

“I’ve… I’ve got to keep running, got to get help… before it’s too late…” Alevo spits on the ground and starts jogging again towards Losla “I’ll have to run all night… or there won’t be anything left.”

He gritted his teeth and pushed on through the dark forest in the night.