She kept running.

Her legs may have burned but whatever beast was behind her wasn't going to get her now. Not when she had done so much to get this far.

Scarla was a runaway, her family was cruel, intolerant, and manipulative people. Using her for their own personal gains.

She has been running for around a month, definitely in another state surely by now amd had seemed shelter in the woods for a few days.

Mistake one.

The first day had been fine, but when the second night came around, something was coming for her. It was big and hairy, growling and roaring like a beast but she had no sight of what it was. And that's where she is now, running for her life in woods she's barely gotten the terrain for.

"Shit--" She curses as she trips and nearly stumbles.

The beast was getting closer, nearing her as she tried to find a way to a road or something.

Then she found a clearing with an old abandoned cabin, the door open as if it had been expecting her arrival.

She ran inside, shutting the door and bolting it shut with a metal bar. Scarla made a break for the nearest hiding spit, ducking inside the cabinet and only looking through the little crack.

Whatever was outside roared and pounded on the door before giving up and leaving, but she stayed silent and in the cabinet until morning...

---

When morning arrived, she awoke to the birds chirping and the soft breeze drifting through the rafts of this horrible home.

She scoped the area, not finding anything as she back her way inside.

"Phew, it's go---" She froze, slowly turning around to peer at what she just bumped into...