She was running so heard, so fast. She was sure her legs were about to give out under her. Behind her she could hear the snarls of vicious beasts, she felt tears spring to her eyes with the injustice of it all. In her fear she pushed on. This was no place for a young lady.
She couldn't see where she was going. The woods were getting darker and denser. It was slowing her down and she had a feeling her four legged friends wouldn't be held back as easily as she.
"Please," she muttered under her breath. "Please Lord, deliver me."
Then she tripped.
"Ah!" she let out. Her ankle, it was twisted. The tears were in full stream now, running down her face, fat and open for anyone to see.
She looked behind her. She seemed to have lost the beasts…whatever they were. At least she couldn't hear them. She looked around her. It was dark and scary. The branched reminded her of long greedy fingers, reaching out to snatch her and take her to some terrible unknown place. She didn't want to think about what else might be lurking out in the darkness.
She crawled over to a nearby tree and attempted to pull herself up. She had to keep moving.
But where? Behind her were monsters; ahead of her was only darkness and forest.
Pulling herself up was harder than she expected. Her arms were not used to having to do labor, but she managed just the same.
Then, clinging to the rough bark, she looked around once more.
She couldn't go back, she had to go foreward. Maybe