Wondering through the forest, you keep glancing behind you to make sure you're not being followed. It would be a burning humiliation if, after all your work, they'd find you now. "Hello!"

You jump, screeching out in fear, covering your mouth a second later and frantically looking everywhere to locate the source of the noise and your pursuers. A tall girl looks you over, tilting her head in curiosity, floating a few inches above the ground. You immediately notice the shotgun slung over her shoulder as she tugs on the strap, not in a menacing way, just as a gesture of habit. There's a dog hanging out by her feet, smelling the dead hare she's carrying, his wet nose smelling the air.

"Sorry for scaring you, but what are you doing out here?" "Uh- I'm-" You stammer on your words, which seems to get her a little impatient but she holds her tongue. "I'm running away. From, uh, people." You finally say, unsure how much you can trust her. "Oh!" She looks at you with wide eyes. "Sorry to hear that. They probably suck if you have to do that."

You nod, running a hand through your hair, feeling the sweat on your scalp. You're running out of provisions, and worst of all, you begin to hear noises behind you. Rustling, voices and the cracking of branches. "Is that them?" She asks as her dog growls softly. "Stand down, Bec... do you want to get out of here?" You hesitate. How much can you really trust her? But what choice do you actually have. "Yes." You reply, and the word warps around you as she takes your hand. Suddenly you're standing in front of a cabin with her, and her dog scratches the door to be let in.