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The squelch of his shoes in the mud almost makes him loose balance, cursing; he leans against a tree trunk to catch his breath and wipes the rain from his face, the flimsy rain jacket barely doing doing anything to shield him from the storm. A beam of light makes him drop to the ground, internally cursing as he tucks his body as closely as possible to the tree trunk. Two figures run by yelling Nicholas name, he holds his breath until he deems they are far enough; he launches himself off the ground running off in the opposite direction until he reached the trail marked by a single red ribbon.
"NICHO—" Yuma wakes up with a gasp. His mornings now days start like this.
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