MARIA
If she focused on the sound of the person chasing after her, she would go crazy, so she tried to block it out and instead, tried to put as much force into her starving limbs and run faster.
As fast as she could considering that she had not eaten a decent meal in a while and she was weaker than ever.
Running back in the direction she had come from would mean going back to her cell and even though that might be a better alternative than letting whomever was chasing her catch her—she had a very strong belief that it was her captor—she still wanted to leave this f*****g place.
She had to find her way out. She had to go back home. She didn’t know how, but she would find a way. She just needed to get hell out of here first.
Her steps almost faltered when the suspicion that
