Breath

Breath.
Something I was always taught to control. "If you run out of it you are as good as dead.", wow. Thanks, but how am I to control when they are after me? These sons of bitches have no idea what it is ike down here.
Breath.
They have to run out of it eventually, right? I've been running for... fuck, don't think, it will only make you slower. They most certainly don't think, or at least i think so.
Breath.
Right, hide. "If you can't fight, run. If you can't run, hide. If you can't hide...", I don't remember the rest, but hiding is the next thing on that list.
Breath.
Here, I don't see them right now, it's my chance to hide! Right here in this stone casm.
Breath.
What are those things anyway? Their claws, draconic and sharp as a blades edge. Their bloodshot eyes, empty and ferocious as a trolls rage. Their crooked wings, jagged and slashed as a warriors face. Their pale hide, taut and thick as a drunkards head.
Breath.
...
Breath.
What was the fourth stage? This is bugging me! Fight, run, hide, and then what?
Breath.
Wait, what was that sound? Fuck! I was sure that they didn't see me! Fuck this! What do I do?
Breath.
Breath.
Breath.
I remember now. The last thing on that saying... Pray.
Silence