𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈

The footsteps began to run behind her. October dared not to look back, in fear of seeing something she wouldn't want to see, or in fear of tripping over something.
That was when she heard it; the gushing water up ahead. She knew exactly what it was. Someone had told her a story about a body of water called the buried river. She had only heard rumors, but if they were true, then she would most definitely not make it out of this situation alive.
She stopped right at the edge of the water. The current was so strong, and she could almost imagine all of the lifeless corpses on the bottom, waiting to be rescued.
One snap of a twig and October turned around in a gasp. The woman looked almost exactly like her. Short brown hair, yellow backpack, a grey dress and a black cardigan wrapped around her waist. Bangs were hanging out of her ponytail. Now that she thought about it, the only difference was that the woman had a rifle in her hand, and October didn't.
"It's the end of the line for you, Ms. Moon," the woman said with a smirk. She pointed the gun at October's head. The seconds were nearing thin.

(Excuse my grammar, I haven't gone through and edited anything yet)