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You know you need to get away but momentarily hesitate as to how to communicate to the girl – even whether to say anything. You flounder long enough that by the time you make up your mind and grab her arm shouting “Run!” it’s too late. The air is so hot and thick you can’t breathe properly, and you find your arms and legs responding in slow motion, as if wading in some sort of tree sap bath. You make it maybe ten paces away from the wreck before another shrill roar rattles your ears and a **** knocks you both off your feet.

You hear the sound of huge wings whipping the air and a black shape covers the sun. The monster’s furious shriek again tears through your eardrums, but beneath you can hear the girl wailing. You try to **** yourself off the ground to go toward her, but you are thrown several metres clear by what feels like giant clawed hand.

Dazed, you pull yourself up, marginally less weighed down than before, and shudder at what you see. Two massive wings and a long pointy ended tail of flesh blood-red occupy the space where the girl fell. Of the monstrous beast under the thin membranes you can’t make anything out, but the continuing screams of pain and anguish you still identify as human are clue enough as to what is happening. She’s done for. You need to get away.

Test reaction time. Roll one die. If you roll anything higher than 4, you manage to pool your remaining strength, and get started pushing through the undergrowth before the monster has time to notice you a second time, turn to 4. If you roll less, turn to 302.