Survive

I froze.

scared.

I knew what was to come.

a flashback

I am standing there, in my nicest dress, praying to God that I didnt hear my name.

"Alanna Liversome."

the same exact feeling I feel now.

I'm back.  I take a step off the pod and run. I run into a feild of grass, not even thinking about who may be following me, waiting to catch up for the kill.

I am standing at a barbed wire fence, nobody behind me. I try to pry open the fence, my skin being rippen open, I squeeze my eyes shut,  grit my teeth, and open the fence. By then I can hear somebody running in the dead grass about 10 yards away. I get under the fence and am still trying to run. "my hands hurt so freaking bad!!" that is all that went through my mind besides "dont worry Alanna, you're just being chased by somebody who just might be a phsyco killer."

a tree! perfect. I grab ahold of the tree with my tender, bloody, tore open hands, and pull myself up. Thank God for upper body strength. 

     The person chasing me is right by the tree I am in now. He looks almost 6 foot tall and has brown hair.  that is all I can tell by where im sitting.

I try to reposition myself by moving upward a bit. I push myself up with my still-so-achy hands. I put my foot on a tree branch that hopefully will hold my weight.  It didn't.  my foot slipped and I fell down the tree. my head hitting branches, my back scraping upon the bark. I see black.