Title: [untitled]
by Leonita from London | in writing, fiction
The sound of strained breathing echo through the depths of the forest. Footsteps thundering on the ground. Howling from wolves at the full moon. The crunch of leaves, branches being broken. Heart pounding. Then suddenly, it stops. Heavy breathing is the only sound being made. Everything is dark and menacing. The smell of damp earth travel up into the air. The breathing stops. Then starts again.
Jenny paces back and forth, attempting to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible. Only time would tell how long she had left. Time that she didn't have. Time that was running out.
Jenny wanted to scream. She wanted to pull her hair out frustration and desperation. But she couldn't. She had to be aware of her surroundings. Alert for any suspicious sounds. Jenny balled her hands into fists. Then released them. She sat own on a rock. This was tearing her apart inside. She needed more time to think.
She knew He was coming to get her. He said so multiple times. It's been embedded in her mind. She shook her head. 'No.' she thought. She was always the optimistic one. 'Think positive.'
The howl of a wolf snapped her out of her thoughts. Jenny rose from her sitting position. She needed to get out of here. Now! Blood pumping, she took off at a sprint. From the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of lightning. Then came the crash of thunder. Rain came soon after, and it came down in a torrent. It felt like thousands of sharp knives, piercing through her skin.
She ran. Although running out of breath, she ran. Her heartbeat seemed to hammer in her ears. She was scared. Panicked. Everything was intensified. Things smelled so much stronger, sounds were louder.
Still running, she heard the first gunshot. That was the signal. The game begins now.
Her legs felt like concrete, but she urged herself to run faster. Harder. Her breathing was out of control. She didn't really care at this moment. 'The adrenaline pumping through my veins right now is more than enough to keep me going.' Jenny though, although secretly doubting that her optimism was going to lift her spirits now. Bang! The sound of the second gunshot startles Jenny in such a way, she loses her balance, and falls to the ground. Hard.
He's in the forest now. Still breathing heavily, Jenny struggles to get to her feet. Hands braced on her knees, she tries to catch her breath. She looks up. The trees seem to be twisted into terrifying shapes; sort of resembling monsters in a way. Jenny began to run away. The more she ran, the more menacing the trees became. Water trickled down her cheek. Was it tears, or the rain? She couldn't tell. She felt numb all over. Another gunshot went off. This sounded louder. Nearer. Her time was almost up. She stopped. Her hands felt in front of her. Wood. There was a barricade of some sort. She was trapped.
She backed up a few steps. The sound of footsteps came up behind her. She knew what was next.
The sound of heavy breathing echo through the depths of the forest. A gunshot is heard. Screaming. Then came a sickening thud of something falling to the ground. Footsteps. Then silence.
The rain trickles down to a drizzle, and suddenly it becomes morning.
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