>You are Anon, and you are tired of running.
>Your lungs burn and it feels like you're never going to catch your breath.
>You can't feel your ankles anymore, and your legs burn with each desperate pump.
>There's a stitch in your side that won't go away, and it makes each breath feel like a knife's jabbing you in between your ribs.
>Your stomach churns from not only the danger of the situation, but from all the exercise you're getting; it feels like you're about to throw up.
>You're being chased by something horrible.
>You spotted it in the woods a few hundred metres outside your house - a disgusting blob of flesh caked with mud and leaves and small bones; hopefully from forest critters and not anyone you know.
>Unfortunately, the monster just as easily saw you.
>It probably saw you first, as a matter of fact; it was just sitting there.
>Waiting.
>But you're done.
>You can't keep running any more.
>You want to - desperately - but you've reached your physical limits.
>You drop to the forest floor, unable to even hold your arms out to break your fall.
>You don't even feel the sting as your momentum makes you slide on a few feet of rock-filled forest floor.
>By the way, you were right; you threw up.
>Interestingly enough, the fleshy abomination doesn't.... do whatever it is flesh-monsters do.
>You hadn't really thought about what would happen when it caught you; just that it would probably be bad and that you didn't want it to happen.
>Several agonizing minutes later, you've caught your breath enough that you can speak.
"P-Please, don't h-hurt me."
>The flesh-monster wriggles and shifts around - it's disgusting and you throw up again.
"Don't hurt me..."
>You don't have the energy to say much else - you whimper and repeat the plead over and over.
>A hole opens up in front, and another one off to the side.
>One hole wriggles and the other hole - the front hold - produces a warbling howl.
>You reel back as you realize that it's a flesh tunnel, and the creature is forcing air through the hollow area.
>The noise it makes almost sounds like a dog that was trained to speak.
>"OORRRMM URRRR EEEEE"
>The front hole shifts and shapes into something a bit more narrow.
>"BBOOORR HUURRRR BBEEE"
>A smaller hole opens up above the front hole, and the edges of the front hole become thicker and fatter.
>The side hole continues to undulate and pump air.
>"DROOON HURRR MEEE"
>With a sinking feeling, you realize it's trying to talk - to imitate you.
>Over and over it repeats your words, each failed attempt changing what you now recognize to be a mouth and nose.
>"DON'T HURT ME!"
>It's your words, and it's your voice.
>To your disgust, it smiles at you after its successful attempt at speech.
>Honestly; you aren't sure if that should make you laugh or cry.
>By now, you've been laying on the ground for several minutes.
>You've caught your breath and your body isn't nearly as sore as it was back when you were running.
>Adrenaline surges through your system and you realize that this is your chance to escape - to go home and cry in the bathtub.
>You leap to your feet and sprint out into the forest, hopefully in the general direction of your home.
>The creature, oddly enough, doesn't pursue you; it just repeats the one sentence it knows over and over again.
>The one it speaks in your voice.
>"Don't hurt me!"
>The flesh-monster's shouts haunt you as you run home.