Chief Lutherford is running for her life.
Behind her, the giant eight-legged spider haelion is chasing her. She's lucky it's not like regular spiders that spin webs. This one doesn't trap. It hunts. It only spews out green mist, thick and suffocating, clinging to the air like poison.
She jumps and ducks behind a very large tree that is covered in disgusting slime. The surface is wet, sticky, and foul, but she doesn't care. She presses herself against it, heart hammering, lungs burning. Escape is the only thing that matters.
The spider haelion screeches when it loses sight of its prey. The sound makes her scalp prickle.
Chief Lutherford pants heavily, forcing herself to quiet her breathing. She listens. Counts her heartbeats. Scans her surroundings again and again, terrified the creature will circle back and catch her unaware.
Minutes pass.
No screeching.
No movement.
Slowly, she exhales in relief.
