They were faster than him at first, but the forest was dense and dark and the roots that sprouted up through the ground made it hard to run, hard to flee.
His legs grew longer and longer and longer and longer and he never stopped getting faster and his arms were outstretched as the sounds of crunching leaves echoed through the woods and then they were all of them dead, their organs filling plastic bags and skin stretched over the trees.
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