Irish is running and the woods. She can hear the different sounds of the animals there—and the footsteps that are chasing here. She needs to get out of there. She needs to—she suddenly screamed when a roar of gun shots endeavored the woods. The crows suddenly flew away because of the disturbance.
“Help! Please someone help me!”
She screamed for help but there’s no sound coming out from her mouth. She wants to stop running because of tiredness. But she needs to run away to save her life. She doesn’t want to die—but it’s a dead end for her. She’s almost running in the woods for almost three hours and she can’t feel her foot. It became numb.
She cried when she stumbled by a rock. Irish tried to run but it seems it was an unlucky night that her feet broke
