[It's a simple game, but he'd really rather not be playing right about now, thanks. Especially because his lungs are already on fire and it's just getting worse the longer he goes. Fingertips catch across the edge of one coarse trunk as he spits out a hot gobbet of his own blood.]
[He can hardly breathe, and he has to keep running. God, he has to keep running.]
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[He can hardly breathe, and he has to keep running. God, he has to keep running.]
[There's a light at the end of this tunnel.]
[which tunnel]