Running. I feel as if my heart will beat out of my chest. Trees pass me in a blur. It's as if time is standing still. I look back to search for my predator, only to find that it was a fatal mistake. As I tumble down the hill, as I absorb more mud into my clothing, I realize that running will get me nowhere. I must formulate a plan to get away from this place and that demented man. Up ahead I spot some sort of light source, getting closer and closer. As I push myself through the dense jungle, a cabin appears in the distance. I crouch behind a bush nearby, stalking out the cabin like a lion stalking its prey. I make out a light source coming from inside the cabin. I build the courage to investigate the cabin further. I inch my way to the window, it feels as though there is a knife twisting in my gut. I peer into the eerie inside, only to find a single lamp on in the middle of the room. I may not be the smartest but even I know that something is not right here. I have to enter this cabin if I want any chance at surviving this nightmare. I creak the door open and peek inside. Everything seems fairly normal, well aside from the foreboding lamp filling the room with light. I must search the cabin for someway to contact the police or somebody that can help me. As I rummage through the rooms a loud crash puts me on high alert. I feel as though my feet are covered in cement, gluing me to the ground. Determination keeps me moving forward in order to investigate the sound. It sounded as if the noise came from the kitchen. I shuffle towards the kitchen, my legs shaking with every step. I peek around the corner, and sitting there is a little tom cat. I stroll over to the cat, how could he have gotten here in the jungle? Did someone leave him here on purpose? In an instance I hear the door burst open and a pair of boots step onto the wooden floor. It must be that man, I have to hide somewhere. I look around my surroundings, in a desperate search for a hiding place. A light bulb goes off in my head, and I rush to the nearest cabinet to hide. I try with all my might to stay quiet and keep my heart from beating of my chest. The boots get closer and closer until I am sure that he is right outside of my hiding spot. I force my hand over my mouth to keep him from hearing me. Bang! Tears are swelling out of my eyes, yet there is no pain. I peer through the crack in the cabinet, and laying there is the cat I had found. The sound of boots hitting the floor soon gets farther and farther away from me. I open the cabinet ever so slightly and search for my predator, but he is nowhere to be found. I must call for help, or else I'll be next. I search the kitchen for a weapon, a phone, or anything that can help me. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a wall telephone. I exhale with a breath of relief, hope washes over me in wave. I dial 911 as fast as I possibly can, and I wait for some kind of voice to answer. I wait and wait, but there is no answer. I try to find a way to make the phone work, yet I realize that it is futile, the wire had been cut. Tears run down my face in an endless stream, all hope I had is gone. I shrink back into the kitchen corner, and bring my knees to my chin. Boots against the wood sounds throughout the cabin, and still I sit wallowing in my despair. A man stands over me with the barrel of his gun looking me down, and still I do nothing. Bang! Running...Trees...Time...Running.
