The man ran, faster and faster, the forest around him beginning to blur. Occasionally, he would pass another unmoving, soulless body, but he ignored it. However, as the woods seemed to grow thicker, his heart began to race and he lost his sense of footing and happened to trip over something that happened to be curled into itself upon a pile to dead leaves. Instinctively, Maxwell believed to be just another corpse but his assumption was wrong as it let out a frail whimper.