I ran through an open field. The knee high grass slapped my calves until there was hardly any bare skin left, just scabs and bruises and sopping wet blood. The sun beat against my head, and warmth spread...

He could see his feet moving, felt his heart racing, but no sound broke through its muffled barrier.  Not the sound of leaves crackling, twigs snapping, pebbles crunching.  Just a dull thud in the back...