Good Saturday, folks.

He looked up at the brown sky. The afternoon was gone and I had to think quickly. He took a good look at the direction of the print. According to the mark, the Raptor was heading south, so without thinking he took the road north. Running away was wearing him down. Now this new finding was speeding up his blood and pulse. He could not be reached or let himself fall. I had to keep going.
The dusty road cracked his face and the sand in the breeze was in his mouth. Tuba was where the devil had been lost and he was close to repeating his fate. He heard the screams again, now closer. He had to pick up the pace if he didn't want the night to catch up with him on that dusty road. He remembered the print and shuddered. Was it genuine? Where did that animal come from? He imagined the sheer size of a Raptor and felt dwarfed. In an unconscious gesture, he touched his waist and remembered that he had lost his weapons on the run. He had become heartless and at that moment he regretted his loss. Any fight, any attack would find him at a disadvantage.
He felt tired. His body was a wobbly shadow. Every step required a superhuman effort on his part. This could not be his destiny. So he didn't want it to be the end of his story. He looked up at the sky again as if looking for an explanation in the face of all this shit together. The moon was coming and he heard again the screams that were already known to him. He felt that fate was on his heels, so he drew strength to move on. The moon stretched its shadow over the stones and every step was a stumbling block.
From a distance you could hear a noise like the branches of the trees when the wind passed by, the detail is that there were no trees in all that town. At times he thought the noises were coming from the earth that was rising at every step. He had the feeling that there had been many men who would have died making this journey and their souls had been locked up or wandering in these lands. He hurried as fast as he could feeling that the end must be near....
He had not advanced when he heard a noise like a swarm. From the north, he saw a group of people running with terror on their faces. At one point he was caught up in that tidal wave of people looking back as if something was chasing them.
Why are you running, what's wrong? I ask almost in an echo.
No one answered him. Everyone kept running. Suddenly he looks to the north and a huge green mass roars like the roaring branches that break in the wind: It was the Raptor.
Any end would be good, he thought without much force and went on.