I looked up, the trees above me shaking slightly in the summer wind. It was peaceful and silent in the woods, too peaceful. Someone suddenly yanked my shoulder back. I gasped, flinging my fist back. It was too late to realize there was blood running down my head. Not my blood, no. I didn't feel any pain as I felt more blood hit my head and chute down my face. I look down at my quivering hands, no knife in my clutch.