Was that the sound of gunshots, or her own feet hitting the ground? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that she needed to keep running. Coriolanus wasn't the picture perfect boy she thought he was, she'd fallen for his charms and nearly gotten herself killed. At least she was out.

Her jog slowed to an exhausted run, feet aching from those damn boots she had worn. A rustle from the trees behind her caught her attention, and she whipped around fearfully. Had Coriolanus caught up with her? Was this it?

The sight of your face poking out from behind one of the trees calmed her nerves, and she spoke with an equally anxious and relieved tone. "What're you doing here, sweet girl?"