It was a quiet night, a peaceful one. My head held high as I left my bunker for a final perimeter check before bed. As I bent down to check one of the many traps I have set, a noise caught my sensitive ears. Coming fast, I bent down and prepared myself for confrontation. A streak of pink caught my eye as she ran past.
"Poppy?" I breathed, surprise bringing me to a halt as I yelled after her, "POPPY!"
Without a glance in my direction, she continued running. Bells in my head warned of something wrong. I followed her, choosing to watch from a distance. She stumbled, her foot catching a root sticking up from the moist dirt. She fell, I watched. My breath catching in my throat as she hit the ground. Her hair shadowing her face, as she lay on the ground. The world seemed to hold its breath with me, as the breeze stopped long enough for me to notice her shoulders moving. Poppy was…..crying? I creeped closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of her leg.
"POOOOPYYY!" a voice called, carried by a breeze. Creek.
Her head snapped up quickly. Was that fear in her eyes? Reaching down to her ankle, she winced and stood. With a quick look over her shoulder, she ran, to my surprise, away from the voice and further into the dense nothingness ahead of us.