My feet began to get sore from all the running. I could hear the deafening sound of the crickets and the cracks of the twigs under my bare feet. Enveloped in fear, I tried my best to speed up even when my legs were shaking.

I muttered a curse underneath my breath when my left foot hit a rock; then came stumbling down the cold, wet pool of water. Great! Strands of red were sticking on my sweaty shoulder. I held onto the huge rock beside me and got up with all the strength I could muster. Due to the pumps of adrenaline, I couldn't feel anything; I felt no pain. I started running again. If I stop and slow down, they will surely catch up.

The sky was dark and the air was moist from the rain. It is still raining; the trees were swaying from the cold bust of wind. My body feels cold; I almost forgot that I have nothing to cover me. Not even a single piece of clothing to keep me warm. I have to find some place to rest because I'm certain my body won't be holding warmth for too long. I will freeze to death if I don't put up a fire anytime now.