The silence of the clearing is broken as a rushing noise approaches through the brambles and twigs. Stumbling to her knees a young woman pants and gasps for air, fear evident on her face. Everything she’s wearing shows some sign of damage or dirt, from the mud on her trainers and the splashes up the inside of her shins, the scratches on her thighs and the arms of her jacket. Her blond hair is shapeless and ruffled presumably by the branches she’s been failing to push away from her face.
The look of terror and her twitching show the girl is beyond simple fright. As if in some unending nightmare she has been running none stop from a pursuer, some one just a few foot falls behind her. Now for a brief moment she can hear nothing of the monster behind her. This then is a moment to catch her breath; she’s to terrified to call out, and sits timid and fearful, afraid they might find her.
Her silent breaths, in the darkened twilight of this forest, don’t help to still the loud beating of her heart. Her senses alert and her nerves on edge she pauses for a moment longer then trying to sneak away heads to the other side of the clearing and hurries off into the dense trees.
The clearing falls silent again but only for a moment as the tranquillity left behind soon breaks. A hurried crunching of twigs and rustling through the brambles brings a dishevelled figure. Clearly fatigued from its pursuit and needing rest the ragged body slumps to all fours for a moment. Rapid breaths slow and soon shallow out till the only noise is the pounding of a single adrenaline fuelled heart inside her chest.
She stands on her mud caked trainers, feeling the wet denim around her thighs and the sting on her arms and upper legs where thorns have grazed through her jacket and jeans. She feels haggard and frightened like some small animal being hunted. Furtively she glances around as she moves towards the far side of the clearing ready to flea again. Knowing that somewhere behind her someone is chasing after her.
The clearing falls silent again, but only for a moment, then a young blonde woman stumbles out of the brambles. Dropping to the ground with exhaustion and fear, her mind shattered and confused. Knowing only that she must keep running as whatever it is that’s chasing her is not far behind. She can’t stop, she has to keep running.
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