"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚...
All could be heard is the defining sound of gasping and leaves and little twigs on the ground being smashed under her bare feet. Fog has become dense enough to limit the vision length to absolute nothing. Her feet might be bleeding, but she ignores the agony and keeps on running. She, for sure is lost and knew she mi...