I didn't forget what Agatha told me about the only solution to get out of this

  domain is by going for the center but as I was running away, Agatha spoke:

  "Long story short, if you want to live, Run!"

  It was convincing enough.

  A deep breath then another, I was panting by now loudly so, I can feel my lungs almost burning my feet as strong as they are also burn with a searing fatigue.

  I was faster than them smarter and more agile, I could make turns they can't, I could go through gaps they can't go through.

  Yet... the entire situation was a horror show, the ground bearing hair now shifting below my feet as if with a life of their own, sometimes pushing me and other times trying to pull me down.

  The trees weren't any different, their branches moving like grotesque limbs reaching for prey.

  Behind me what seems to be fifty or more deranged puppets moving like machines that had only one job to move forward with no knowledge on how to run properly.

  Some of the mannequins broke some even lost limbs or shattered yet still moving forward, one of them got their limb stuck in the body of another and it broke that mannequins just so to keep moving forward.

  The sounds of cracking porcelain getting louder and their numbers ain't going down.

  My leg locked on a rising root, my hands took the damage as I toppled forward the impact tearing at my palms.

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  I ignored the blood and pushed myself forward then, 'oh shit! The bastard was somehow hiding waiting for me.'

  I plunged into the darkness of one of those

  big dark masses of annoying whispers and shadowy hands, and I immediately felt a rush of sensations that made me feel cold and small.

  The whispers were loud but they weren't the worst part, the suffocation of almost no air made my lungs boil, the hands on my ankles pulling me down and a maimed face staring right into my eyes with maggots for eyesockets.

  In this darkness everything was stark every sensation a jolt, and every fear even worse, this face... is my own, disfigured terribly.

  But they made one mistake, I don't feel fear not as I used to at least, and so the entire horror show was in fact terrifying but it wasn't debilitating.

  With all the strength I had in my bleeding hands, I plunged my fingers into what feels like soil and pulled my floating body

  forward.

  It felt like trying to fight a current for a moment only to flip feeling like trying to hold onto the falling ground the next.

  The whispers got louder even as I got closer to the edge. 'I think.'

  'Fuck... a bullet would've been better than this.'

  Or maybe not, he wouldn't know.

  Eventually I managed to pull myself out of the mass of darkness and out into the air, taking a breath so deep that my ribcage felt tight.

  My hands and legs are weak with fatigue but I knew better than to stay still immediately the second I caught my breath.

  It was then that I realized that the mannequins are no longer following me for whatever reason.

  With a smile that felt painful I continued to run away as fast as I could. 'One two...' There was at least four of those dark fogs moving to block my path.

  I've never understood how those things move or why they move that way, like why the one I got out of isn't chasing me? But of course I was too tired to think, let alone contemplate the behavior of weird entities.

  I continued forward jumping from one ground to the next each step long and efficient, as much as I could.

  The four annoying things were closing in on my way out making my frustration boil.

  I glanced up then I jumped on a tree trunk, from there I immediately jumped up atop a branch.

  I grinned 'yeah...' as I began moving from branch to branch easily evading whatever

  those dark messed up things are.

  The whispers of four of them almost caused me to lose my footing as I moved over them but I thankfully managed to get ahead.

  Though they didn't stop chasing me just because I'm ahead, their forms surprisingly fast especially so because the trees form no hindrance to their speed.

  I stared at the flowing darkness for a long second before looking back forward.

  At some point they suddenly stopped. "Am I safe now?" It wasn't just a question to myself but also to Agatha, the sudden safety is never a good sign.

  Before I could get an answer my prediction had to turn out true because now I'm being wrapped in tree branches closing all around my body making any movement impossible.