Chapter 36
Regret
Two days.
That’s how long I’m walking through this endless forest.
The trees tower over me, their leaves blocking out the sun. It’s growing hot, and sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down my
face. My clothes stick to my skin like a secondyer, ufortable and damp.
| join the Mating Run, thinking it’s an adventure, and | will get a mate.
But now, all | want is for everything to go back to normal, for me to go home. The regret sits heavy in my chest, a constant
companion as | navigate through the tangled maze of trees.
The forest seems to stretch on forever, the path ahead twisting and turning like a never-ending puzzle. Each step | take is heavy
with exhaustion, my legs ache as if they carry the weight of the world.
The sun beats down relentlessly, making the air thick and suffocating.
As | trudge forward, a pungent smell assaults my senses.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.
Crinkling my nose, the stench of death hangs in the air, and my stomach churns in response. |e across corpses, lifeless
forms scattered across the forest floor. It’s a grim sight, and | can’t help but wonder what led them to this fate. The ground
beneath me feels different, as if it’s soaked with the stories of those who didn’t
make it.
| try to avoid looking at the lifeless bodies, but their presence lingers in my mind. It’s a stark reminder of the dangers that lurk in
this wilderness, a ce | foolishly thought would be a simple challenge. Now, with every step, | can’t shake the feeling that I’m
walking on a path marked by the shadows of those who came
before me.
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The smell changes as | continue, and the air bes heavy with another scent the lingering aftermath of sex.
| wonder.if it’s something that both Hider and Hunter agree on. | wish it is.
My mind makes me remember all those other Hunters that tried to hurt me.
I shudder.
| pass by secluded clearings, the aftermath of frenzied moments etched in the trampled grass. It’s a silent witness to the wild
impulses of the Mating Run, a reality | didn’t fully grasp when | signed up for this journey. The regret grows, gnawing at me with
each step.
| wish | didn’t take for granted the simplicity of my life before, thefort of routine and familiarity.
My water supply dwindles, and my throat feels parched. | long for a cool drink, for the taste of something familiar. The regret
gnaws at me, a persistent ache that refuses to subside. Sure, | sign up for the mating run, but it’s to find a mate.
| didn’t sign up for this the fatigue, the stench, the remnants of others‘ passion lingering in the air.
The hours blur into one another, and | find myself stumbling over roots and rocks. Each step is a struggle, and | yearn for the
comfort of my bed, the safety of home.
And as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the forest floor. The temperature drops
slightly, but the air remains thick with the weight of my surroundings. | wonder how Ettie’s doing, if she’s out there looking for me.
Every time | nce at the map, her number remains where her hut was. She hasn''t left it in two days.
| spot a clearing up ahead, a small reprieve from the suffocating embrace of the trees. As | step into the open space, the air feels
slightly cooler, and | wee the respite.
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| sit on a fallen log, staring into the night sky, lost in the solitude of my thoughts.
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Atustling in the bushes nearby startles me, and | tense, my senses on high alert. | wonder if it''s Ettie who’se and kill me. |
wonder if it’s some other Hunter,
wanting to make me theirs. But it’s just a small rabbit, scurrying away with a quick dart.
| realize | need to find somece to rest, but the fear of the unknown keeps me on edge.
Thankfully, | find a spot beneath arge tree, its branches offering some semnce of shelter. |y down, the uneven ground
pressing against my weary body. The forest settles into an eerie quiet, broken only by the nocturnal sounds that surround me.
Sleep doesn’te easily, each rustle and hoot in the darkness sends shivers down my spine.
As |y there, staring up at the canopy above, | can’t escape the realization that this journey has changed me. The regret, like a
heavy burden, weighs me down. | long for the familiarity of my life before the Mating Run, for the simplicity of home.
this:
Two days of walking, and I’m no closer to understanding the real purpose of
The regret lingers, a bitter taste in my mouth. | close my eyes, hoping that when | wake, the forest will have released its grip on
me, and I''ll find my way back to where | belong.
| wake up, the throbbing in my head relentless. The sun beats down on me, its harsh rays stabbing through the trees. | try to sit
up, but a wave of dizziness washes over me, forcing me back down. | feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and the forest around me
blurs in and out of focus.
| reach for my bag, fingers fumbling through the contents. My hand closes around the familiar shape of the water bottle, but when
| pull it out, it''s empty. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. No water. My stomach rumbles in protest, a low growl that
echoes in the silence of the forest.
| nce around, hoping for a stream or some sign of water nearby, but all | see are the towering trees and the relentless sun.
The sudden weather change has
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turned this once-challenging adventure into a desperate struggle for survival. Dehydration sets in, a relentlesspanion that
tightens its grip with each passing.
moment.
| try to stand, my legs shaky beneath me. The forest seems to spin, the trees bing a dizzying blur. | stumble forward,
clutching at branches for support; The world tilts, and | feel the heat pressing down on me like a suffocating nket.
| trudge forward, each step aborious effort. My throat feels like sandpaper, each breath a struggle. The rumbling in my
stomach intensifies, a painful reminder of my empty water bottle. The sun, once a distantpanion, now feels like an
unrelenting adversary, draining me of whatever strength | have left.
reach a small clearing, and | sink to my knees. Desperation ws at me as | rummage through my bag again, hoping to find a
hidden stash of water. But all | get is emptiness. My stomach protests, a sharp pang that reverberates through my entire body. |
clutch my abdomen, willing the hunger and thirst to subside.
| close my eyes, trying to shut out the harsh reality around me. The sun beats down, its rays scalding my skin. I’m trapped in a
relentless cycle of exhaustion and thirst. A sob escapes my throat, a desperate release of frustration and despair. didn’t sign up
for this. The Mating Run was supposed to be an adventure, not a struggle for survival.
| let myself cry for a moment, the tears streaming down my cheeks. The forest watches in silence, the trees standing tall as silent
witnesses to my moment of weakness. | stifle my sobs, covering my mouth with my hand. | can’t afford to be found like this,
vulnerable and broken. The other Hunters are out there, and showing weakness is a dangerous game.
| take a shaky breath, trying topose myself. The forest is unforgiving, and | can’t afford to let my guard down. | wipe away
the tears, smearing dirt on my cheeks. The ache in my stomach intensifies, a gnawing hunger that demands attention. | nce
around, searching for any sign of water or food.
The sun beats down relentlessly, and | feel a wave of lightheadedness. Dehydration tightens its grip, a vice around my throat. |
try to focus on the path ahead, but the forest seems to close in around me. The trees be a maze, and |
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stumble forward, my legs weak and unsteady.
| spot a small stream in the distance, a ribbon of hope cutting through the dense foliage. My pace quickens, fueled by the
desperate need for water. The stream is a lifeline, a source of relief in this unforgivingndscape.
But as | approach, | realize it’s nothing more than a cruel illusion.
The stream is dried up, a mere memory of the water it once held.
| drop to my knees, frustration bubbling within me. The forest mocks me, offering a glimpse of salvation before snatching it away.
| press my palms against
the dry riverbed, as if the touch alone can conjure water.
My stomach rumbles again, a hollow sound that echoes in the silence.
“| should have never left.” | whisper to myself. “I should have stayed with Ettie.”
The sun beats down with unrelenting intensity, and | feel my strength waning. I’m trapped in a cycle of thirst and exhaustion,
each step heavier than thest.
this.
The realization hits me.
| might not make it out of this forest.
| might be just another lifeless figure lying on the forest floor.
| try to stand, my legs trembling beneath me. | can’t let the others see me like
| wipe away the dirt on my cheeks, a feeble attempt to mask the evidence of my moment of weakness.
|e across a patch of mushrooms, their vibrant colors standing out against. the earthy tones of the forest floor. Hunger gnaws
at me, and | consider plucking them, but hesitation holds me back. | didn’te prepared for this. | don’t know which
mushrooms are safe, and the risk of poisoning myself is too great.
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| stumble upon a fallen log and copse onto it. The exhaustion weighs on me, and | close my eyes, hoping to shut out the harsh
reality. The sun casts a warm glow, but there’s nofort in its light. | press my hand against my stomach, the hunger a
persistent ache that refuses to subside.
Wanting to distract myself, | reach into my pocket and pull out my map.
The paper crinkles in my hands as | unfold it, revealing the intricate lines and markings.
Ettie’s still in her hut. | squint at the numbers, tracing the path to her location. She’s stationary, has been ever since | left. | can’t
help but wonder what she’s doing in there, whether she’s facing her own demons or finding sce in the confines of
her solitude.
Zeke is on the move. The numbers lead me to a spot near the foot of the mountains. He’s moving quickly, a blur on the map. | try
to picture him in my mind, the determined look on his face as he navigates through the terrain. | wonder what he’s searching for,
what drives him forward in this relentless pursuit.
And then, | freeze.
My eyes lock onto a set of numbers that send a jolt of shock through me. A few feet away from where | am, Victor is.
Anger surges inside me like a wildfire. | clench my fists, frustration boiling within me.
Why does he have to ruin everything for me?
| make up my mind. | need him to know what he did.
| fold the map and slip it back into my pocket. The air’s surprisingly cool against. my skin as | stand up, determination pushing
me forward. | tread cautiously, my footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush. The darkness is my ally, and | slip through the
shadows, guided by the map in my pocket. The anger fuels my steps, each one a purposeful stride.
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Everything is Victor''s fault — if he hadn’t ruined my hiding spot in the first ce,
| wouldn''t be in this situation.
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