She is breathing heavily, her chest rises and falls. Her arms rocketing back and forth, pushing her forward. Aches begins to cover her muscles . Her tongue dries and sweat runs down her back. The sound of branches breaking echoing behind her as she runs. The sounds of her silk dress tearing on the branches puncturing her heart with each step. She then begins to stumble into the air as pain grabs ahold of her left foot, she falls to the earth.

On the ground a large stump had pushed to the surface. She notices pressure in her nails and looks to see large clumps stuck between her fingernails. A sticky hotness drips down her cheek and over the side of her lip. She wipes it off and jumps up to see a large oak tree to the east of her. As she nears it she sees a hole has been carved out in the middle of it.

A sound of a gun cracks in the distance like thunder. She slams her hand over her mouth to cut off a cry. Hobbling towards the tree pathetically, she slams into with relief and no more stamina. Slipping into the hole with a prayer taking a final look to her left and right for security. She slowly sinks into the tree, and begins to access the damage. Her once silk evening gown has been torn into a cocktail dress. her legs are covered in blood and her feet were covered in dirt. Her pinky toe no longer had a nail on it anymore. Was she yielding to death?

Closing her eyes she feels the pounding of her heart. Looking down at her chest a large red dot forms onto her skin above her heart. A cold shiver rings throughout her body. She begins to close her eyes and pushes a deep breath out.

“Kennedy, run!” A strong hand grips around her arm and pulls her out of the hole and she stumbles out.