He raced through forest, crashing through branches and undergrowth, cursing his own stupidity. He knew he had to stick to the path, what on earth had he been thinking?
He kept running, praying silently that his gamble would pay off. He had to get there before curfew, or it’d be the third time this week he’d been caught out.
At last, as the trees began to clear, he began to recognise his surroundings. His pace slowed, and his heart returned to its normal rhythm as he sensed the familiar trees. Pushing past the last few bushes, relief flooded through him as the gate finally appeared in front of him. Next time, he’d remember to take the map.