Lancaster dashes for the nearby woods and disappears among the trees as quickly as possible. The loud thumps of the creature behind him shake the ground, and Lancaster does his best to keep his footing, at least until he is in the tree line.
The woods are actually a muddy marsh with straight, bamboo-like trunks growing out of the ground in various directions. Ahead of him, smaller creatures that are the size of dogs, but have tails, hands, and faces like monkeys rise up on trees and patches of moss, looking his way. There is something in their eyes Lancaster does not trust.
Behind him, trees snap under the weight of the creature following him. It has not let the forest slow it down, and it rises up behind Lancaster, its translucent wings outstretched, and its mouth ready to strike.
He is caught between two horrors.
What should Lancaster do?
