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I can’t help the tears that pop into my eyes.I’m not alone.
Maybe together, we can unravel the secrets of this maze, find a way out of this alien world, and return to a semblance of normalcy.
With another human by my side, the maze doesn’t seem quite as daunting. Together, we might just stand a chance.
M’ijel
Bolting through the labyrinthine passages of the maze, every enhanced sense in my new, bestial form is alert to the slightest disturbance. The rustling of the alien foliage, the subtle shifts in the wind, each nuance of this strange environment is amplified, resonating within me.
Abruptly, my path intersects with another contestant’s. He stands before me, a towering figure of raw muscle and predatory instinct. Our eyes lock, each set ablaze with the same primal drive for survival.
We growl at each other, a deep, resonant sound that reverberates against the maze’s walls. Our standoff is tense, a palpable energy hanging in the air. We both understand the stakes — a fight could mean debilitating injury, a risk neither of us can afford.
Without a word, but with a mutual understanding, we cautiously move past each other. There’s a silent acknowledgment of our shared plight. We are adversaries, yet there exists a begrudging respect born from our common role as unwilling participants in this cruel game.
Besides, she — the female — is not here.
Once he disappears from my sight, I refocus and surge down another pathway. The frustration of repeatedly encountering dead ends gnaws at me, but I push it aside. Despair is a luxury I cannot afford.
Hope flickers within me as a subtle change in the air halts my sprint. Her scent is unmistakable, stronger now, signaling that I had just missed her. I had unknowingly bypassed a corridor where her presence is unmistakably stronger.
A wave of exhilaration washes over me, infused with a renewed sense of hope. I’m closer now, the realization fueling my determination and pushing back the weariness that threatens to slow me down.
Pivoting sharply, I follow her trail down this newfound path. The maze, with its endlessly twisting and turning corridors, designed to disorient, suddenly feels less oppressive. With her scent guiding me, it transforms from a bewildering trap into a navigable challenge.
Images of her, alone and frightened, wandering through this alien maze, flash through my mind, strengthening my resolve. I must find her, not just to protect her from the physical dangers of this place but also from the sinister intentions of our captors.
I launch into a sprint, my newfound strength propelling me forward with a speed and agility I never knew in my Zelthori form. The wind whips past, a cool contrast to the warmth emanating from my fur.
The scent is now a potent beacon, growing stronger with each stride, guiding me through the maze’s convolutions. My heart races, not just from exertion but from the nearness of her presence.
I am close,tantalizinglyclose. The anticipation builds, a tangible force that spurs me onward. I cannot, will not stop, not when I am so near to reaching her.
With a burst of speed, I race on all fours, faster than everbefore. The maze becomes a blur of alien flora and stone, inconsequential in my focused pursuit.
In this moment, I am more than M’ijel; I am a being driven by a fundamental, unyielding need. I will find her, for her safety and my own is inextricably linked to this quest.
Her presence, her well-being, is all that matters now.
Zoey
My heart races with a mix of relief and excitement as I see a figure approaching in the distance. Hope surges within me at the thought of encountering another human in this bewildering maze.
Eagerly, I start jogging towards him, a smile spreading across my face, a buoyant feeling of relief washing over me. However, as the gap between us narrows, a nagging sense of wrongness begins to seep in, dampening my initial joy.
There’s something distinctlyoffabout his gait. It’s not the confident stride of a fellow human survivor, but rather an unnerving,animalisticgait.
He moves with an unnatural speed and ferocity, each step seeming to propel him forward with a raw, almost predatory power. His approach is both mesmerizing and horrifying, a testament to a strength that seems beyond human.
Beyondhuman. The words catch in my throat.
As he draws nearer, my initial smile withers into a frown, replaced by a growing unease. My steps falter, and a cold shiver trickles down my spine.
Instinctively, I know I must flee. I start backingaway, my movements hesitant, before I turn and bolt in a blind panic. My heart pounds furiously against my ribcage, echoing the frantic rhythm of my escape.
He’s alarmingly close now, and the terrifying details of his appearance become clear. This is no man; he’s acreaturestraight out of a nightmare — a monstrous fusion of slimy tentacles and muscle, with eyes glowing an unholy yellow.
His roar, a guttural, ear-splitting bellow, resonates through the air, sending waves of primal fear coursing through me. His clawed hands reach out, his eyes wild with a savage, unhinged intensity.
