Writetober day 5+6 combo: Deer + Pierce

I run.

My feet are aching, but I can not stop. I hear the drumming of its hooves as it approaches with rapid speed. Its crazed panting echoes loud in the quiet woods. My vision is limited as the fog is still quite thick, yet I dont stop.
The images of what occurred just some minutes ago are still burnt into my eyes.

We were only planning for a short stay, reciting our vows, and celebrating our anniversary. Eating our picnic and sharing memories of us together.
Like how we first met in high school, he struggled with our math homework, and I offered to help. How those weekly study visits became more regular, and soon we didn't meet too stuffy. We would meet up at cafes or malls or even locate some strange underground clubs and bars. I might have not been into all the things we did, but I loved every second of it. I loved spending time with him, I loved learning about him, and I loved learning about his interests.
We loved each other more than anything in the world, so when he proposed to me just a year after college, I said yes. Our wedding was beautiful. We had just over a hundred guests, and the celebrations lasted till morning the next day. We where happy.
I wanted today to be special. I wanted to go through all of our memories with him.
Yet I knew something was off when we left this morning. I knew I should have canceled after hearing about some reports of unusual animal behavior.
I should have known when I first saw that deer by the side of the road. How its body looked to be alert, yet it seemed dead in body and behavior.
I should have known when it followed our car with its head, turning its head way past what I thought a deer would be able to.

When we finally reached the spot that Alex had purposed to those years back, and sat up our baskets. When Alex held my hands for the very last time, before the deer rushed at him, it's crazed head flinging from right, left, up and down, pierced Alex with its antlers, parading his pained body as it ran around. The fog lay heavy now, and it saw me.
It dashed towards me with Alex's still confused torso pierced through its antlers.

So now I run, I feel the decaying warm breath of the deer, now just an inch away. I hear Alex still scream for me to run and don't look back.
Yet his torso is now but stringed muscle, flesh, an arm and his head, he isnt dead. Alex breaths through the deer, now part with it.
I want to go faster, but I know I can't. Alex was always the faster one, my lungs give in, and my aching feet twist, as I felt the deer horns pierce me too.
I may not be dead, and I may not be alive, but it's fine.
For I can still feel Alex put his hand on mine.