He ran through the building. His palms were sweaty, everything was in a mad rush. He was searching madly for something, but he didn't know what... Svag snapped awake. He had had nightmares since child hood, so he was use to them by now. He glaced out of the tree. He could see a peice of the sun at the horizon. He strapped his pants back on and picked up his machine gun and cloak. He climped out of his makeshift bunker and went on his way. The forest had a misty haze about it in the morning. There was fresh dew on the leaves, which reminded Svag of his thirst. He could hear a stream in the distance, he could get a drink from it when he got there. He felt a meek confidence, as the thought of something following him still lingered in his mind...
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