Run

There was no time to take food, though Niome desperately craved the nutrients. The rumbling awakened a primal fear, and her body flooded with adrenaline. She took off full sprint in the direction she thought she was headed, already feeling like she was on the verge of ****. Surprisingly nothing caught her. The desert behind her became a sea of massive rodents, each as long as the first, some larger. She fired a few shots blindly towards her rear, which likely struck more than a few dead. Her legs became numb, and her lungs burned with each breath. At any moment she could have feinted, but her body thankfully decided not to give out until she was away. She ran until the suns hung low on the horizon. Then, with the horde long behind her, she finally collapsed. Her very skin screamed, her limbs roared in dull throbbing agony. Her ragged breaths were wet, throat bloodied. There was no sweat to cool her. Finally, she closed her eyes, and Tatooine faded.