[Nope. No plan, not even a vague semblance of one. Jay just runs. It doesn't matter that he's essentially going nowhere -- all he cares about it putting as much distance between him and his stalker. He goes long enough for a painful stitch to develop in his side, forcing him to slow down. He glances down for a split-second to make sure the camera's clear, notices the snow crash has lightened up in favor of a prismatic spray, looks back up.
It would have been a comedic moment anywhere and anytime else: Jay skids to a halt, slipping on the dead leaves on the forest floor to come crashing gracelessly to the ground. He scrambles backward, abandoning the camera in his desperation to get away. The beginnings of a headache start to pound in his temples as he stares, unable to tear his eyes away from the nightmarish, impossibly wrong thing looming over him.
What if he never actually managed to get away at all? he wonders as he finally manages to haul himself upright. What if those times he escaped were only because it let him go?]
oh wow I thought I sent this last night whoops
It would have been a comedic moment anywhere and anytime else: Jay skids to a halt, slipping on the dead leaves on the forest floor to come crashing gracelessly to the ground. He scrambles backward, abandoning the camera in his desperation to get away. The beginnings of a headache start to pound in his temples as he stares, unable to tear his eyes away from the nightmarish, impossibly wrong thing looming over him.
What if he never actually managed to get away at all? he wonders as he finally manages to haul himself upright. What if those times he escaped were only because it let him go?]