The sound of pounding feet resounded in the damp forest. The towering
evergreens were the only witness to what was transpiring on the forest
floor. With blinding speed a lone X-5 ran through the forest, trying to
stay ahead of her pursuers. Her urban colored BDU pants and gray t-shirt
were quickly becoming damp, not from sweat, but from the thick layer of fog
clinging to ground.
Suddenly she stopped, her lungs barely needing extra oxygen after her sprint. The sound of rumbling Humvees and the whirl of a helicopter assaulted her finely tuned hearing. Her pursuers were closing in, but she had decided that she would rather die than go back, so she turned and began running again. Her acute eyesight could barely make out a fence three- quarters of a mile ahead. She quickened her speed, knowing that as soon as she made it over it would be harder for them to catch her.
Her light brown hair streamed behind her, while her light skinned arms and legs pumped as fast as they could. Her chocolate brown eyes were dancing with barely controlled excitement, and her lips were upturned in the slightest of smiles.
A Humvee crashed through the underbrush, sending her dodging to the left. Bullets began to pepper her vicinity, and she was nicked in the arm. Barely noticing the pain, her booted feet kept pounding the floor, determined not to give up. She was coming up on the fence but noticed something peculiar. She began smiling again, and for a brief second turned around and faced her pursuers. Then, she jumped as far as she could, knowing that through the fog, the Humvee didn't stand a chance. She sailed over the edge of twenty- five foot cliff and heard the squealing of brakes just before she landed on the ground. She turned around and saw the black vehicle as it nose-dived over the edge and landed with a crunching thud. It flipped over onto the top, and landed on a rock, smashing in the hood before shook one last time and settled to the ground like a defeated monster.
The X-5 turned and ran the remaining feet to the chain link fence and jumped it with ease. She continued running, sticking to the woods because the helicopter loomed dangerously close. When finally the whine of blades faded she allowed herself to slow to a walk. She looked around and smiled, X-5 455 allowed herself her first breath of freedom.
Suddenly she stopped, her lungs barely needing extra oxygen after her sprint. The sound of rumbling Humvees and the whirl of a helicopter assaulted her finely tuned hearing. Her pursuers were closing in, but she had decided that she would rather die than go back, so she turned and began running again. Her acute eyesight could barely make out a fence three- quarters of a mile ahead. She quickened her speed, knowing that as soon as she made it over it would be harder for them to catch her.
Her light brown hair streamed behind her, while her light skinned arms and legs pumped as fast as they could. Her chocolate brown eyes were dancing with barely controlled excitement, and her lips were upturned in the slightest of smiles.
A Humvee crashed through the underbrush, sending her dodging to the left. Bullets began to pepper her vicinity, and she was nicked in the arm. Barely noticing the pain, her booted feet kept pounding the floor, determined not to give up. She was coming up on the fence but noticed something peculiar. She began smiling again, and for a brief second turned around and faced her pursuers. Then, she jumped as far as she could, knowing that through the fog, the Humvee didn't stand a chance. She sailed over the edge of twenty- five foot cliff and heard the squealing of brakes just before she landed on the ground. She turned around and saw the black vehicle as it nose-dived over the edge and landed with a crunching thud. It flipped over onto the top, and landed on a rock, smashing in the hood before shook one last time and settled to the ground like a defeated monster.
The X-5 turned and ran the remaining feet to the chain link fence and jumped it with ease. She continued running, sticking to the woods because the helicopter loomed dangerously close. When finally the whine of blades faded she allowed herself to slow to a walk. She looked around and smiled, X-5 455 allowed herself her first breath of freedom.