Victoria ran through the thick woods, her long blonde hair, was swept behind her, as the wind hit her face, some got tangled in the branches and some was whipped back on her face, but she never once faltered. She needed to keep running. Running meant survival. She was close, maybe, three more miles to go, or was it four? Oh God she had lost sense of direction, she felt the panic start from her stomach.
No! Concentrate! Look around you, she quickly scanned the forest, there were the markings that only she would be able to recognize. She was okay. She was actually two miles away, good, she felt the relief wash all over her face and it gave her hope that she would arrive safe, but then she heard it. The roar. It sounded angry. Fear hit her like never before. She had heard that roar before and at that time it had been directed at someone else – no, not someone – at something else. By the time that she had gotten out of the danger zone It had gone though the change.
Now the roar was directed at her, it was warning her, it was telling her that he was coming after her. Victoria sobbed and he would play with her first, torture her and then kill her. Somehow, that thought gave her more energy and she ran harder, faster, she felt light, as if she was running on air, the scattered leafs, twigs and rocks didn’t bother her. The adrenaline rush helped her push back the pain from her suffering feet, later, much, much later she would feel it. But now her only worry was to get to the top.
She heard the trees from a distance fall, the cracking sounds, the birds flying and crying out. Oh God, it was coming – for her.