Run for your life.

As you see the raging beast rampaging trough the hunting party the fear overwhelmed you and you run for your life.

As you run you can see nearly as nothing bumping in leaves, avoiding tress and branches, you keep making distance, getting farther from the screams and screeches of the beast, it had already became inaduble but you keep running until your feet bump into a fallen trunk making you precipitate to the ground.

You managed to put your hands and not hurt your face but you feel something slimy in your hands, you look at them and see your plams covered in a black viscous substance

"ughhh" you say looking at the substance and your instinct is to wipe it in your shirt but at the moment your palms enter in contact with the fabric of your beige explorer shirt they become glued, you try to fix the sutiation but seems like you're not strong enough to unstick your hands from your shirt