You ran faster than the heart of yours could beat in your chest. You could feel the tree branches grasp at your ripped clothing like boney hands, picking up your pace with narrowed eyes and heavy breaths.

The clouds covered the moon, but still shined brightly through them, lighting up your path slightly. Your boots make footprints into the soot ground, and with the adrenaline pumping through you, you hadn’t realized you bumped right into someone’s chest, until you heard the bark of a dog.