On The Run

Introduction

Angel ran for her life, her heart pounding in her chest, her lungs dry from breathing too many breaths. The branches of the trees around her scraped at her arms and pulled at her torn clothes. She glanced behind her. The Hound was barely even five feet away from her now. It's metal joints scraped and creaked. Exhaust puffed out of it's mouth. This one had been on Angel's tail for a few days now. It was in desperate need of a repair, but Angel desperately hoped it didn't get one.
She ran to a tree and disappeared behind it. The Hound ran past but paused, turned around, and walked to the tree. Angel tried her best to mute her breathing. The Hound had damaged it's smell receptors the day before, when it fell into the river. No matter how many times it sniffed, it couldn't trace her scent. After a minute of useless sniffing, the Hound turned around and started walking again.
Once she knew it was gone, Angel relaxed. She glanced around the tree to make sure it was gone and stood up. She brushed herself off and started walking. She was sick of those Hounds. The metal hunters were invented back in 2168, but most inventions didn't last that long before they were replaced by new tech. Suddenly, Angel heard a cracking sound behind her. She stopped and turned around.