Running away in the dead of night. She couldn't see anything because of the heavy fog. Freezing cold air entered her body and froze every bit of it. Yet she ran as her life depended on it. Her body had wounds all over it, ready to give up the moment she stopped running, but she didn't stop.
Something was chasing her.
Something scary.
Drizzling rain poured over her cold body, drenching her from head to toe. It was so hard to breathe. She wanted to stop and resign to fate. If she was meant to die, then so be it. But something stopped her from giving up. Something told her to run away from danger and not give up.
Then, she fell.
Her body was planted on the wet soil that instantly covered her entirely in it. Rain had no mercy on her as it fell harder. A low rumble. She couldn't tell
