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††††††††† Run! you command yourself, ripping your gaze off the egg.

††††††††† You spin around and start tearing off into the jungle as fast as you can.Thin branches and leaves get rushed into your face.Thorns jab into your skin.But none of that matters to you anymore.

††††††††† Behind you, twigs and leaves get pounded into the ground nonstop.The monster is picking up pace; itíll soon catch up to you!

††††††††† Out of the blue, a thick branch smashes into your face, knocking you backwards onto the ground.

 

Can you keep going?

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