“Who the fuck are they hunting? Why are they running after us again!” Neil cursed out loud, holding his chin up to trick his body to persist running amidst the creeping fatigue. Saliva mixed with sweat slid on his skin, but he didn’t notice any of that.
Death's beloved scythe felt colder than ever before, pushing everyone to their highest potential in terms of cardio endurance.
"I don't want to do this anymore! I can't!" Haedi cried, burying her face on Pola's back in fear. Pola, who can be considered one of the top 10 in their entire batch in athleticism was also showing signs of fatigue.
"Hey! Can somebody do something about those bastards? I'm gonna fall over soon." Neil wheezed out, clenching his teeth as a coping strategy to not pass out. His glasses had already been made useless as sweat blurred his vision. He was practically running blind at this moment of life and death.