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You fail to put enough **** into your initial bounding leap for freedom. The ground under you caves as you push off and your foot is caught between timber and a big heavy branch on landing. You go head over heels and fall to the ground only clearing a metre away from the wreck.

Lying on the ground your weight increases, pinning you down, slowly crushing your chest. You live long enough to hear the shrieks of the monster grow louder and louder, and the last image before your eyes is the face of the Incubus diving down toward your upper chest, lips pulled back, huge upper canines still catching the weakened light of the sun. Its fangs sink into your flesh and suck the life from you in a few seconds.