It was a dark evening especially because it was November so the fact that falling a handful of times over some pesky twigs and larger stones shouldn't have taken my superior side of fear.But strange enough it had,it slowed me down and soon enough that thing had found it way toward my figure that was shaking with fright.I thought I was going to vomit in compelling despair but I kept myself attached to humanity and and being sane.It was a known fact that predators would hide in deep dark dense wood like these but I still believed that my town was so safe even though that soon was debated over.I decided to look for signs of where I was and then discovered I had ran all the way to the other side of the river right next to my painting and my car.I blasted over to my vehicle and slammed the keys in as swiftly as possible.I drove of.I do still question what would have continued to happen to me and maybe even I could be the one shot by that gun at that river in those woods.
