The storm made the the dirt road to become a whole slough, not helping Donna as she ran down the road with her sandals slippering in every step. Even so, she kept running through the heavy rain. She wouldn't leave that poor horse stuck in that beat-up cabin, just to wait for the whole place to crash on top of it; no, she needed to help the poor animal, it's reins tangler in a log trapping it inside the underground stable of the cabin, but she needed to find help herself first.

When it seemed that her whole effort was in vain, Donna sighed in a bit of relief as she heard the first sound of another person in that desert road. Shaking her arms frantically to sign to the person approaching, she screamed.

Stop! Stop, please!