Chapter One: Monday's are always hard!

Tree roots were tripping my legs; I was running out of breath. I had no time, she was close. I needed to hide, but where? I could see her behind me, I knew she could smell my fear. Memories and different thoughts in my head flashed as fast as electricity. And then a gunshot. Something struck my leg like lighting - it was bleeding. I struggled to move, the pain killed me. An evil smirk broke my thoughts - I looked behind myself; cold sweat went down my spine as if someone's cold fingers went down my back. She held a gun, it faced me...