As always, after failure, I ran. To the woods to hide, to regain myself, to put myself in a better position and to remind myself that it wasn't just failure, that their time was up and there was nothing i could do.

I didn't think I would be running for forever.

The one meal I had packed, the one tiny container of water, it was all I had now.

There was a boom, there was smoke.

And when I turned around, I knew there was no hope. None at all

Everyone was gone.

Sometimes, failure is a savior.

Except I didn't feel saved.

I felt lost.

I did the only thing I could do; I continued what I had set out to do.

I ran far, far away.