You were running.

Not caring that there were tree branches that were hitting you in the face or rocks that you could possibly trip on.

You just wanted to live.

The girl chasing you had auburn hair and she was yelling at you as if you did something to her.

She shot you in the leg and you screamed in pain as you fell on the rocky ground.

She approached you, glaring at you with a bow and arrow in her hands.

“Just shut up” She said, sternly, pointing an arrow at your face.